United States or Timor-Leste ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The mission entrusted to me by Rayne was one which, if I could obtain the Government Concession which I asked, would mean the formation of a great company and a matter of millions. And it seemed to me that my black-bearded friend Titeroff, and Mayhew, were both pulling the strings cleverly for me in the right direction.
"I'm not so sure about that; my music must have frightened you away." "I listened until I feared the police might think I had designs against the house. I didn't know you were a musician. Miss Mayhew, I'm always finding out something new about you, and I'm going to ask you this evening to sing again for me a ballad the melody of which reminded me of a running brook.
He did not even notice that he passed Ida Mayhew, where she stood among a group of gay chattering young people. Still less did he know that she had been furtively watching his interview with Miss Burton, and that when he passed her without a glance her face was as pale as had been that of the object of his thoughts.
"Yes, Ida," he said eagerly, it is faded, but it grows dearer to me daily, as you will long after the exquisite color has faded from your face. Ida Mayhew, the brook has stopped now because it cannot help itself, nor will it ever go on again, even in spring or summer, unless it bears you away with it."
"Ida Mayhew can realize all such abstractions," muttered Ik Stanton, as he walked on alone. The reader will be apt to surmise, however, that some resentment, resulting from his former and unrequited sentiment towards the girl, gave an unjust bias to his judgement.
She was but another human atom, and of no more interest to him than the chair on which she sat. Mechanically he declined one or two things she passed to him, and in an absent manner replied to the few casual remarks by which she sought to engage him in conversation. At last she said, in a voice that was indescribably winning and sympathetic: "Mr. Mayhew, your sultry week in town has wearied you.
The cause of this exclamation cannot be explained in the brief time that it occurred. Stanton had happened at that moment to catch a glimpse of Van Berg and his cousin, and he called quite loudly: "Harold, bring Miss Mayhew in and join us." At the same instant Mr.
"He didn't say so," replied Jack Benson, with a wry smile, "but he let me see that he thought I was out of my element on a submarine boat." "How so?" "Why, it is very plain that Mr. Mayhew thinks I ought to employ my time writing improbable fiction." "Oh, Mayhew be bothered!" exploded Eph. "Hardly," retorted Jack. "Mr. Mayhew is an officer and a gentleman.
But I'm only Ida Mayhew, and such is my nature. I've been made all the more incapable of patient self-sacrifice by self-indulgence from my childhood up. Oh, will it be very, very wrong to win him if I can?" and the passionate tears and sobs that followed these words would seem to indicate that she understood her nature only too well.
At last he muttered in conclusion: "'By their fruits ye shall know them. Once more, God bless Ida Mayhew for all she has been to me!" When they were gathered at dinner, Jennie Burton walked in and took her seat in the most quiet and matter of course way possible. Van Berg laid down his knife and fork and exclaimed: "You have stolen a march on us.
Word Of The Day