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You've all heard of his adventures in Siberia. Well," with an impressive pause, "I happen to know a thing or two myself." He shoved a hand into the big pocket of his mackinaw jacket and pulled out a dingy leather-bound volume of venerable appearance. "I got this from Pete Whipple's old woman, Whipple of Eldorado.
"That's just what I thought a bit later," responded Joel, "when that fellow had me round the neck and was trying to show me the bottom of the river." "And then, when they brought you in, Whipple and Christie, and you were all white and and ghastly like, you know" Outfield West whistled long and expressively "then I thought you were a goner." Joel nodded. "And Cloud?" he asked presently.
I believe he declined some sort of an editorial position, preferring to remain at the law." "And so they are going into the house?" she asked presently. "No," said the Colonel. "Whipple refused point-blank to go to the country. He said that he would be shirking the only work of his life likely to be worth anything. So the Brices remain in town." Colonel Carvel sighed. But Virginia said nothing.
Literary men, like Whipple, Hawthorne, Ripley, and Bayard Taylor; and eminent women, such as Margaret Fuller, Lydia Maria Child, Lucretia Mott, Helen Hunt Jackson, Mrs. Mary A. Livermore, and Mrs. Julia Ward Howe.
By the way, does the paper say who the party of the second part was? Who was the citizen with whom I went to the mat?" "Lord Percy Whipple, Mr. James." "Lord who?" "Lord Percy Whipple." "Never heard of him. Carry on, Bayliss." Jimmy composed himself to listen, yawning.
Gibson of Little Rock would be one of the speakers and then every man who could arrange to be in town that day accepted his invitation. Among the women who spoke were Mrs. George Pratho, Mrs. Fuller, Mrs. C. E. Rose, Mrs. T. T. Cotnam, Miss Julia Warner, Miss Josephine Miller, Mrs. George E. Cunningham, Mrs. Terry, Mrs. S. S. Wassel, Mrs. E. W. Gibb, Mrs. W. G. Whipple, Mrs. A. Marinana.
Whipple? and he'll say, 'Well, let me see eight and a short tote that's it, eight and a tote. He means that he made eight, or about eight, by lifting it from the rough about ten feet on to the fairway." "Rotten sportsmanship," declared Merle. "No, no, he's a good sport, all right! He'd expect you to do the same, or tee up a little bit for a mid-iron shot.
He had meant to test his conviction in solitude, but why not put it to trial now, and shame this doubting and inept Rapp, Senior? "Oh, well, I don't mind," he said, and waddled negligently to the tee. Rapp, Senior, voiced loud delight. Gideon Whipple merely stood safely back without comment, though there was a malicious waiting gleam in his eyes.
"Before we came away I left word that the poor old man must be looked after, and I arranged to have news of him sent on to me. To-day I got a letter which says he is much worse than he has been, and really needs to go to a hospital. I think I shall have to raise the money to send him." "Who is he?" asked Mr. Whipple. "I am interested. Who is this Uncle Jack?"
The Judge rose at six, so his man Shadrach told Stephen. He had his breakfast at the Planters' House at seven, read the Missouri Democrat, and returned by eight. Sometimes he would say good morning to Stephen and Richter, and sometimes he would not. Mr. Whipple was out a great part of the day, and he had many visitors. He was a very busy man.
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