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As the antiquated horse and dilapidated vehicle owned by old Ben had been the joke of the town for many a year his allusion was understood by Mrs. Morrison; so that she found herself also laughing as she in imagination saw the astonishment of the neighbors should such a thing occur, which, of course, was about as likely as a gold mine being discovered in their back garden.
"Yes," grumbled Morrison, "but as he won't have any money for me, I don't feel as anxious as I should otherwise." "What'll you say to him?" "I don't know yet. I want to find out whether Ford has told the truth about the bonds. I believe he stole 'em himself." Five minutes later Grant entered the reading-room.
"That is an interesting conclusion," said the professor. "You didn't get any idea of his age?" "No. This morning I went to Clarence Lodge and find you are by no means liked there." "Indeed." "An old gentleman called there yesterday afternoon saying you had asked him to go and see Mrs. Crosland about her rheumatism a Mr. Morrison." "The silly old ass!" exclaimed the professor.
"Are you putting that notion in your confounded report?" "I am." "Are you sticking in something about confiscating the coal and the oil and the iron and " "Oh no!" broke in Morrison, calm in the face of fury. "Those particular packages all seem to be nicely tied up and laid on the shelf out of the people's reach. And whether they are or not is not my concern now.
McLaren Morrison, who is the happy possessor of some of the most perfect dogs and cats that have graced the bench. She lives at Kepwick Park, in her stately home in Yorkshire a lovely spot, commanding a delightful view of picturesque Westmoreland on one side and on the other three surrounded and sheltered by hills and moors.
Hastily seizing a lexicon, he assumed the attitude of the seeker after knowledge, and said, 'Come in. It was not the House-master, but Evans, Morrison's fag, who entered with pride on his face and a piece of paper in his hand. 'I say, he began, 'you remember you told me to hunt up some tags for the poem. Will this do? Morrison took the paper with a judicial air.
"We must show Daunt all we can before lunch, Your Excellency! All the possibilities of the grand old state!" "I haven't got your promise for myself, Morrison," snapped North over his shoulder. "But I reckon I can depend on you to do as much for your party and for law and order as you'll do for the sake of a confounded mill-dam. And we'll leave it that way!"
It was worth a great risk this effort of his to keep his place. His one mistake this association with Morrison had been such an unparalleled stroke of bad luck. He was rid of the fellow now. For the future there should be no more partners. He had his life to live. It was not reasonable that he should allow himself to be dragged down into the mire by such a creature.
"Why, because this is just the right moment for you to tell me that you are forever done with the silly kind of love. Mushy boy-and-girl love is wholly made up of illusions. This Morrison man isn't leaving you any illusions in regard to himself, is he?" Miss Corson came away from the window with a rush; her cheeks were danger-flags.
I always did believe that prosperity was good for the human soul, and Sallie Morrison proves the theory. She has grown sweet tempered in its sunshine, is gentle and forbearing to her children, loving and grateful to her father-in-law, and her husband's heart trusts in her. Therefore let all those fortunate ones who are in prosperity give cheerfully to those who ask of them.
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