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They did so, and in no happy mood, for Lawyer Norton had remained immovable in his position. Young McCann told his tale hesitatingly. "Who did you say you sold to?" demanded Crane. "Fat man by the name of Baines." "Baines! He's busted. Hasn't a cent." "Paid cash." Crane looked at Keith and Keith looked at Crane. Just then the telephone rang. It was Scattergood. "Want to speak to Mr.
And if while in these woods old John Norton can teach you any trick of huntin' or of fishin' or of trappin', be sure he will do so for the welcome you have give him." So we sat on either side of the fire, silent for a few moments. Then the old trapper said: "I am thinking of the things that happened here long years agone. Strange things have come to pass on this very point.
Norton said it was his firm conviction that God was about to display His power in a signal manner to this people in order to arouse them to a sense of their guilt. Before separating for the night, he requested permission to offer up a prayer to heaven.
Norton came breezily forth to meet them. "Well, Mr. Magee," she said, "I certainly am glad you've came. I'm busy on that lunch now. Dearie, show him into the parlor to wait." Mr. Magee was shown in. That rooming-house parlor seemed to moan dismally as it received him. He strolled about and gazed at the objects of art which had at various times accrued to Mrs.
Major Norton came into the room after his guests, muttering an unintelligible apology. He shook hands with them with an abstracted air and failed to recall Wargrave's name. At table he asked Frank a few perfunctory questions and then wandered off into his inevitable subject, entomology, but finding him ignorant of and uninterested in it he engaged in a desultory conversation with Raymond.
"What's the matter, Norton?" said Matilda, a little wanting to know his opinion. "Nothing," said he nodding. "You'll do." "This will be a very funny dress for me to play proverbs in, don't you think so? I don't look much like Judy's Satinalia." "Not much," said Norton. "You don't look much like Judy's anything. O Pink! do you know we are going to have a witch here to-night?"
Bella and Tom had to dress themselves in their best, and make themselves look as neat and nice as possible, and walk the five miles and be in Norton in good time, for Aunt Maggie had told them that the ladies of the place would most probably be the best and most pleasant customers, and that as a rule they went out to do their shopping as soon as they could after breakfast.
"Yes," he returned, "I am the new owner. But how did you know it? I haven't told anyone here except Neil Norton and Judge Graney. Have Norton and the Judge been talking?" "They haven't talked to me," she assured him with a demure smile. "You see," she added, "you were a stranger in Dry Bottom, and after you left the Fashion you went right down to the court house.
While Hollis was removing the saddle from his pony Norton rose from his chair and smiled at Potter. "Well," he said to the latter, "I'm goin' to bed." He moved a few steps toward the door and then turned and looked back at Potter, who had also risen. He laughed. "Listen, Potter," he said. Then he quoted: "Woman she don't need no tooter Be she skule ma'am or biscuit shooter."
Norton, seeking for her glasses nervously; 'yes, so it is; let's run and meet him. But no; let's take him rather coolly. I believe half his eccentricity is only put on because he wishes to astonish us. We won't ask him any questions we'll just wait and let him tell his own story 'How do you do, mother? said the young man, kissing Mrs. Norton with less reluctance than usual.