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Lady Moyne came to me and shouted in my ear. It was necessary to shout on account of the terrific noise made by Malcolmson's hymn. "As soon as he sits down you'll have to get up and say something." "I can't," I yelled. "I'm no good at all as a public speaker." The beginning of Lady Moyne's next shout I could not hear at all. Only the last words reached me.
Clithering is a Nonconformist, and therefore a man of tender conscience. I should not like him to be shocked. The hotel cook was doing his best for us. He sent us up an entrée. With it came a note from Clithering. "I'm sending a telegram to the Prime Minister describing the condition of affairs here. May I say that you have refused to preside at the meeting to-morrow?" Moyne showed me the note.
I feel certain that the informal consultation of the politicians at Lady Moyne's dinner-party had ended in a decision to postpone the demonstration. But things had passed beyond the control of Babberly and Lady Moyne. No newspaper was able to give any report of the proceedings of the meeting held that afternoon.
In an excellent little work, Thomas Hariot and His Associates , developed by Henry Stevens chiefly from dormant material, we have a most entertaining and interesting account of Thomas Hariot, Sir Humphrey Gilbert, Sir Walter Raleigh, Jacques Le Moyne, Captain John White, and other noble spirits associated in the colonization of America.
It was a mixed school. Children of all ages were there, from naughty little Johnnie Cole of five to Mary Burt and Hilton Le Moyne of seventeen and nineteen, who were in algebra and the sixth reader. It was well known by the rest of the children why Hilton Le Moyne lingered in the school this year all through May and June, instead of leaving in April, as usual, to help his uncle on the farm.
She had afterwards disassociated herself, more or less, from Conroy and McNeice; while Moyne had been trying for two days to surrender himself. The Prime Minister's ambassador could therefore go to Moyne House without loss of dignity. Clithering brought my nephew Godfrey with him. "Mr. D'Aubigny," he said, "is acting for the present as one of my private secretaries."
"I spoke of it to but one person, to whom it became absolutely necessary to reveal it. However, it is perfectly safe, and will go no farther." "Well, did you find any descendants of this 'Red Jim' living?" asked Mrs. Le Moyne. "One," answered Pardee. "Only one?" said she. "I declare. Hesden, the Richards family is not numerous if it is strong." "Why do you say 'strong, mother?"
But when she was convinced that he had degraded himself and her by espousing "Radicalism" and associating with "niggers," her wrath knew no bounds. It seemed an especial insult to her that the man whom she had honored with her affection should have so demeaned himself. Mrs. Le Moyne was at first astonished, then grieved, and finally angry.
Poor Le Moyne floundered in a sea of mendacity, rose to a truth here and there, clutched at luncheon, and achieved safety at last. "To think," said Sidney, "that you have really been across the ocean! I never knew but one person who had been abroad. It is Dr. Max Wilson." Back again to Dr. Max! Le Moyne, unpacking sandwiches from a basket, was aroused by a sheer resentment to an indiscretion.
Le Moyne summoned her son to her bedside and said, "I hope you will forgive me, Hesden, for all " "Stop, mother," said he, playfully laying his hand over her mouth; "I can listen to no such language from you. When I was a boy you used to stop my confessions of wrong-doing with a kiss; how much more ought silence to be sufficient between us now." He knelt by her side and pressed his lips to hers.
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