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They might come as absolute strangers, but there was something in their past which in spite of all rose up behind them and went whispering from mouth to mouth. He roamed about, desperately in his helplessness, and in the course of his wanderings came to stone-cutter Jorgensen. "Well," said the "Great Power," as he laid down his hammer, "you've quarrelled nicely with the big townsfolk!
But Jorgensen turned his broad back upon them and pored silently over his own affairs. He was not to be shaken out of his self-sufficiency. The mother received them out in the kitchen, when she heard their noisy approach. "You must move quietly Father is calculating and calculating, poor fellow! He can get no peace in his head since the harbor plans have been seriously adopted.
Mason gently, whose kind heart had always leaned toward the little French teacher, in spite of her singular ways. "It is very unfortunate; but you shall receive careful nursing until you recover. You need not worry about yourself, but try to bear it the best you can." "O, I cannot bear it I must be well to-morrow. O, what shall I do!" moaned Miss Jorgensen.
The new boarder, also, with that quick apprehension he had of every subject, had caught enough to become interested in the patient up-stairs, and daily made some inquiries concerning her condition, and, as it appeared to me grown a little morbid, like Miss Jorgensen was peculiarly adroit in extracting information.
The man laughed foolishly, and began slowly to pull his coat off. "Help him, then!" bellowed the boy, quite beside himself, shaking his father's arm. Jorgensen stretched out his hand to pat the boy's cheek, when he saw the blood on his face. "Knock them down!" cried the boy, like one possessed.
A conflagration like a glowing prairie fire surrounded the horizon, and drove the hordes before it in panic-stricken flight, and on the beach shouted the naked swarm of boys. Now and again they sprang up with outspread arms, and, shouting, chased the wild horses back into the sea. Things were not going well in the brothers' home. Jorgensen had done nothing with his plans.
What had poor Porto Rico done, that she should be fenced in from all the Old World by an elaborate and highly complicated system of duties upon imports, calculated to protect the myriad varying manufactures and maintain the high wages of this vast new continent, and as little adapted to Porto Rico's simple needs as is a Jorgensen repeater for the uses of a kitchen clock?
Another carriage, containing officers of the police, was following in the wake of this one, and drew up when Miss Jorgensen had entered the house where Hurst was concealed. After waiting long enough to make it certain that the person sought was within, the officers entered to search and capture.
I mustn't let this Jorgensen opportunity go to waste. I'm very keen on it. But you will be in town again and must come and call for me at the Martha Putnam. I shall I shall look forward to it!" She suddenly flushed as if she had somehow committed herself, and before he could reply had almost run from him into the hotel lobby.
The man laughed foolishly, and began slowly to pull his coat off. "Help him, then!" bellowed the boy, quite beside himself, shaking his father's arm. Jorgensen stretched out his hand to pat the boy's cheek, when he saw the blood on his face. "Knock them down!" cried the boy, like one possessed.
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