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On Saturday, the 24th, the day after his settlement with Parkman, Webster paid into his own account at the Charles River Bank the cheque for L18, lecture fees, handed over to him by the agent Pettee just before Dr. Parkman's visit on the Friday. This sum had not apparently gone towards the making up of the L90, which Webster said that he had paid to Parkman that day.
He asked how it was built, whether a light could be put into it, and how it was reached for the purpose of repair. On the following Thursday, the day before Parkman's disappearance, the Professor told Littlefield to get him a pint of blood from the Massachusetts Hospital; he said that he wanted it for an experiment.
"I tell you I won't have him," snapped Keith irritably. "But you've got to have somebody, an' if he's the biggest!" All the eager light had died out of Susan's face. "I don't care if he is the biggest, he's Dorothy Parkman's father, and that's enough. "No, no; well, all right!" And Susan, terrified and dismayed, hurried from the room.
He would never give that other message, but it might be, if he worked hard enough, and never faltered, he could learn to say to the world which had given him this, say heartily, quite sunnily: "Good luck to you. Good luck." It worried Ernestine when she saw Dr. Parkman's motor car stopping before the house early Tuesday morning.
My own experience has been that a thorough knowledge of one book of an author is better than a superficial acquaintance with all of his works. The only book of Francis Parkman's which I have read is his "Montcalm and Wolfe," parts of which I have gone over again and again.
One cannot but regret that this homestead had not been preserved in its completeness, as a memorial of this distinguished man. The old Jonas Chickering estate adjoining Mr. Parkman's, with its lovely water-front, its unique Gothic buildings, its vine-covered lodge, and its deer-park, was, in our early days, one of the most charming of our country seats.
His very blank face recalled her to the absurdity of getting out of focus with one's audience. She herself felt it strongly. It seemed to her that Dr. Parkman's real gift was his endowment in intuition. When all was going well she heard nothing from him; but let things begin to drag, and the doctor appeared, rich in resources. He seemed to have in reserve a wide variety of stimulants.
I am very glad that I am in season." So Mr. George rang the bell; when the waiter came, he ordered breakfast to be brought up. While the party were at breakfast, a very nicely-dressed waiter, with a white napkin over his arm, stood behind Mrs. Parkman's chair, and evinced a great deal of alertness and alacrity in offering her every thing that she required.
"It is very evident you are not equally generous in surrendering the amiability of Timon, along with the depravity of Iago, to the arsenal of feminine weapons. What corroding mildew of discontent has fallen from Mrs. Parkman's velvet dress, and rusted the bright blade of your chivalry?"
Wandering listlessly, he went on further and further from the camp, never dreaming of what lay before him, or of the wild sweet destiny to which that dim Indian trail was leading him through the shadowy wood. Lewis and Clark. See Parkman's "Oregon Trail," also, Parker's work on Oregon. See Townsend's Narrative, pages 182-183.
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