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"Where is my wife?" "Sleeping, sir, after a day of exhausting emotion." "She didn't wire me?" "No, sir." "Perhaps she wasn't able?" "She was not, Mayor Packard." "I must see her. I came as soon as I could. Left Warner to fill my place on the platform, and it is the night of nights, too. Why, what's the matter?" He had caught me staring over his shoulder at the form drawn up in the doorway.
Steve Packard, walking swiftly, reached the west bridge just before the front tires of Terry's car thudded on the heavy planks. He glimpsed Blenham jogging along behind her and knew that Blenham had seen him. But his eyes were for Terry now. She, too, had recognized him with but a few yards separating them.
"Let's see thirty-five now, ain't you?" "Right," answered Packard. "An' big?" asked Royce. "Six foot or better?" "A shade better. About an inch and a half." "Not heavy, though? Kind of lean an' long, like Phil Packard before you?" Packard nodded; then, with Royce's sightless eyes upon him, he said hastily: "Right again, Bill; kind of lean and long. You'd know me."
The grumble which followed from the old fellow's lips was not the most cheerful sound in the world, but he went back with his pile. Presently I heard the furnace door rattle and caught the smell, which I was careful to explain to Ellen as she went by the library door on her way up-stairs, lest Mrs. Packard should be alarmed and come running down to see what was the matter. The next moment Mr.
Packard, of the Theological Seminary, and both graduates of colleges; Frank Preston, of Lexington, graduate of Washington College, who died soon after the war while professor of Greek at William and Mary College, a whole-souled and most companionable fellow; William Bolling, of Fauquier County, student of University of Virginia; Frank Singleton, of Kentucky, student of University of Virginia, whom William Williamson, another member of the mess and a graduate of Washington College, pronounced "always a gentleman."
Before having these words from Andy Sprague's twisted mouth Steve Packard had been puzzled to explain two matters: According to count, on one hand there were too few cattle by perhaps a score while on another hand there were too many by at least a half dozen. And, though Terry Temple was directly concerned, he had said nothing to her.
But as Mayor Packard took no notice of him, knowing and expecting him to be there, no doubt, I, with a pardonable confusion, withdrew my eyes from the handsomest face I had ever seen, and, noting that my employer had stopped before a type-writer's table, I took my place at his side, without knowing very well what this move meant or what he expected me to do there. I was not long left in doubt.
Packard records the accidental entrance of a centipede into the nostril. There is an account of a native who was admitted to the Madras General Hospital, saying that a small lizard had crawled up his nose. The urine of these animals is very irritating, blistering any surface it touches. Despite vigorous treatment the patient died in consequence of the entrance of this little creature.
You hear me, Stephen!" But Stephen, his lips tight pressed as he fought with himself to keep his hands off his own father's father, turned and went the way Terry had gone. "You hear me, Stephen. There's nothin' I'll stop at to smash you!" So his grandfather's voice followed him mightily. But young Packard had already set his thought upon another matter.
For, by God, Guy Little, he is a Packard even if he has got a wrong start! Rich man's son silver-spoon stuff why, it would spoil a better man than you ever saw! Didn't I spoil my son Phil that-a-way? Didn't Phil start out spoilin' his son Stephen that same way? But he's a Packard an' an' " "An' what, m'lord?" The old man's fist fell heavily on the arm of his chair.
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