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As Premier of Tasmania, Sir Edward had inaugurated the reform in the gallant little island State, and he was able to speak with authority on the practicability and the justice of effective voting. His visit was followed a year later by one from Sr.
Play you're riding a bicycle at the Agricultural Fair." Stedman did not hear this last, for he was already off and away, pushing through the crowd, and calling on Bradley, Sr., to follow him. Bradley, Jr., looked at Gordon with eyes that snapped, like a dog that is waiting for his master to throw a stone. "I can fire a Winchester, sir," he said. "Old Tom can't.
He stared at his parent as if he thought he had suddenly been bereft of his senses. "Make her my wife?" he repeated incredulously. "Well, what do you say?" demanded Ryder, Sr. The young man advanced towards Shirley, hands outstretched. "Yes, yes, Shir Miss Green, will you?" Seeing that Shirley made no sign, he said: "Not now, father; I will speak to her later."
I want you to know that I intend to marry Miss Rossmore as soon as she will consent to become my wife, that is," he added with bitterness, "if I can succeed in overcoming her prejudices against my family " Ryder, Sr. laughed contemptuously. "Prejudices against a thousand million dollars?" he exclaimed sceptically.
The master of twenty millions would sit on the steps, while Firio occupied the chair and regarded him much as if he were a blank wall. But at times Firio would humor the persistent inquirer with a few abbreviated sentences. It was out of such fragments as this that John Wingfield, Sr. had to piece the story of the fight for the water-hole.
"You did not tell him the truth!" came the answer; and he noted that the doctor's voice was without its usual suavity. It was as matter-of-fact to the man of millions as if it had been advising an operation in a dispensary case. "No, not exactly," John Wingfield, Sr. confessed. "I told you what his nature was; how it had drawn on the temperament of his mother.
In particular, Anthony, Sr., was prejudiced against a certain Higgins, who, of course, was his son's boon companion, aid, and abettor. This young gentleman was a lean, horse-faced senior, whose unbroken solemnity of manner had more than once led strangers to mistake him for a divinity student, though closer acquaintance proved him wholly unmoral and rattle-brained. Mr.
Mortimer, in the very instinct of long practice, was about to go in to announce the visitor, but paused. As Jack entered, whatever else may have been in his eyes, there was no moisture. John Wingfield, Sr. sat at a mahogany table without a single drawer, in the centre of a large room with bare, green-tinted walls. His oculist had said that green was the best color for the eyes.
Sergeant Ellison had confessed absolute failure; Miss Rossmore, he reported, had disappeared as completely as if the earth had swallowed her, and further search was futile. Knowing well his son's impulsive, headstrong disposition, Ryder, Sr. believed him quite capable of marrying the girl secretly any time.
To tell their mother what a perfectly delightful time they were having, and so on. And Maud Morris hated to bother him, but could he just stop at Clearman's and get her magazine? She was reading a serial, and simply could not sleep nights waiting for the last instalment. Of course he would go to see his uncle, Dr. Bennet, Sr. In fact, it was with Dr.
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