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"Ruth, the gleaner," he at length slowly remarked. "Ruth Westmore. Ah, Mrs. Stickles, I little thought that day my dear wife stood sponsor for your baby here, and gave her her own name, how soon she would be taken from us. Four years four long years since she went home. But come, but come," he hurriedly continued, noticing Mrs. Stickles about to place her apron to her eyes.
He had just brought himself to this leaden state of acquiescence when one of the clerks in the outer office thrust his head in to say: "A lady asking for you " and looking up, Amherst beheld Bessy Westmore. She came in alone, with an air of high self-possession in marked contrast to her timidity and indecision of the previous day.
Thus steadily on she lisped through verse after verse, and when the last was completed a sigh of relief was heard from Mrs. Stickles, while the parson clapped his hands with delight. How her eyes did sparkle as he handed her the little package, with a few words of encouragement, and how longingly the three others looked upon the treasure. "Now," said Mr. Westmore, "we must be away.
Langhope, with extended hand, echoed affably but vaguely; and it became clear that neither Mrs. Westmore nor her father had ever before heard the name of their assistant manager. The discovery stung Amherst to a somewhat unreasoning resentment; and while he was trying to subordinate this sentiment to the larger feelings with which he had entered the house, Mrs.
In another fifty years we shall have collectors fighting for that Bay of Naples." Bessy Westmore turned from him impatiently. When she felt deeply on any subject her father's flippancy annoyed her. "You can see, Maria," she said, seating herself beside the other lady of the party, "why I couldn't possibly live here." Mrs.
He had finished his supper, and from the remnants left on the plate it was plain that Alice Westmore had prepared for the old man dainties which she, herself, could not afford to indulge in. By him sat his old wife, and on the other side of the fireplace was the old overseer, his head also white, his face strong and thoughtful.
But alas! though starting in bravely he mixed Epiphany and Advent so hopelessly that the parson was forced to stop his wild wanderings. "Dear me! dear me!" Mr. Westmore exclaimed. "What are we to do? Surely Ruth can do better than this."
Every one has some secret ambition kept from the eyes of every living soul often even to die in its keeper's breast. It is oftenest a mean ambition of which one is ashamed and so hides it from the world. It is often the one weakness. Alice never knew what was her mother's. She did not indeed know that she had one, for this one thing Mrs. Westmore had kept inviolately secret.
He had never been known to punish one, and yet the work done by the Travis hands was proverbial. Among his duties as overseer, the entire charge of the Westmore stable of thoroughbreds fell to his care. This was as much from love as choice, for never was a man born with more innate love of all dumb creatures than the preacher-overseer.
"I've just heard that Mrs. Westmore is here and I want you to go round tomorrow morning " He had to break off once more. "Yes, sir," said Amherst, his heart leaping. "Needn't see her ask for her father, Mr. Langhope. Tell him what the doctor says I'll be on my legs in a day or two ask 'em to wait till I can take 'em over the mills."
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