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And then Alonzo pipes up about Ben Sutton coming to town on the eleven forty-two from the West. Ben makes a trip out of Alaska every summer and never fails to stop off a day or two with Lon, they having been partners up North in '98. "'Good old Ben will enjoy it, too, says Alonzo; 'and, furthermore, Ben will straighten out one or two little things that have puzzled me about this poet.

When they stopped, there was nothing to do for it but to speak, and I went on; but the life of the whole day was in those unknown people's song. Receiving the flags, I gave them into the hands of two fine-looking men, jet black, as color-guard, and they also spoke, and very effectively, Sergeant Prince Rivers and Corporal Robert Sutton.

He was not used to visitations, and for the instant, if the truth be told, he was not equal to looking around. "Like Washington, Heth like Washington?" Then Mr. Sutton turned. His presence of mind, and that other presence of which he was so proud, seemed for the moment to have deserted him. "S-stick pretty close to business, Heth, comin' down here out of session time.

Gwinnie looked stolid and good, with her face, the face of an innocent, intelligent routing animal, stuck out between the close wings of her motor cap and the turned-up collar of her coat. She would go through it all right. Gwinnie was a little plodder. She would plod through the war as she had plodded through her training, without any fear of tests. And Dr. Sutton.

Rankin any good?" she asked presently. John lay back and closed his eyes as if to shut out the sight of Mrs. Rankin. "Don't talk to me," he said, "about that horrible woman." Sutton had turned abruptly from his search. "Good?" he said. "She was magnificent. So was Miss Bartrum. So was McClane." John opened his eyes. "So was Charlotte." "I quite agree with you." Sutton had found his case.

"I er have come down to inquire about these confounded conscientious prisoners Boche objectors you know the blighters. Question of standardising their rations, don't you know. . . . Sort of a committee affair. . . ." Vane avoided the eye of the commercial traveller, and steered rapidly for safer ground. "I was thinking of coming out to call on Mrs. Sutton to-morrow."

Yesterday morning your letter was sent up from Sutton farm. Somehow, the moment I'd read it, I remembered his face. I sent him word there was a matter to be settled between us. You think I was wrong?" Major Waring had set a deliberately calculating eye on him. "I want to hear more," he said. "You think I have no claim to challenge a man in his position?" "Answer me first, Robert.

One London merchant, Thomas Sutton, founded the great hospital and school of the Charter House. Another, Hugh Myddelton, brought the New River from its springs at Chadwell and Amwell to supply London with pure water. Ere many years had gone the wealth of the great capital was to tell on the whole course of English history. Nor was the merchant class alone in this elevation.

'We were just going to have it, she replied, with the same curious little vibration in her voice, like the twang of a string. The mother entered, bringing a saucepan from which she ladled soup into three plates. 'Sit down, lad, said Sutton. 'You sit down, Jack, an' give me mine here. 'Oh, aren't you coming to table? she complained.

Volleying most judiciously, she would force Miss Sutton up to the net with a short drop stroke, and then, lobbing over her head nearly on to the base-line, take up a position at the net, winning the ace with a neat cross volley. These tactics she repeated again and again, and actually led by five games to two. If she could have lasted she must have won that match. But she could not keep it up.