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"About ten minutes before he expired, his breathing became much easier he lay quietly ... and felt his own pulse.... The general's hand fell from his wrist,... and he expired without a struggle or a Sigh." The father of Washington received his education at Appleby School in England, and, true to his alma mater, he sent his two elder sons to the same school.
There was no sound save the swish of the rain about the two figures so strangely contrasted, confronting one another. Off in the distance, down the hill, could be seen the dim lights in the old farmhouse of Mr. Appleby. "Well?" asked the tramp, in a hard voice. "Go ahead, an' get done with it. I'm tired of standing here."
They called upon the town newspaperman, old Lyman Ford, and there was a conference with much laughter and pounding of knees also a pitcher of lemonade conjointly prepared by Mrs. S. Appleby and Mrs. L. Ford. Finally the Applebys paraded to the telegraph-office, and to Mr. Harris Hartwig, at Saserkopee, they sent this message: Come see us when can. Wire at once what day and train. Will meet.
They spent a winter or two in the gay society of London, and were taught the manners of gentlemen and that was about all. George Washington's father, when a young man, had spent some time at Appleby School in England, and George's half-brothers, Lawrence and Augustine, who were several years older than he, had been sent to the same school. But book-learning was not thought to be of much use.
"Well, if it hadn't been fer them young ladies and their machines, maybe you wouldn't have had any house, Frank," said Mr. Appleby to the farmer. "That's right; and land knows I can't begin t' thank 'em. If ever they want a friend, all they've got to do is t' call on Frank Ettner -that's me." He thrust out his rough hand, and Cora clasped or tried to the big palm in her own little one.
Those pink-satin evening slippers simply lose all their display value when you stick those red-kid bed-slippers right up ferninst them that way. "Yes, yes, that's so. I'm much obliged to you for the tip, Mr. Appleby. That's what it is to be trained in a big burg. But I'll have to rearrange it myself. That boy Peter is no good. I'm letting him go, come Saturday."
Seth Appleby, their social position and athletic prowess and financial solidity, and the general surpassing greatness of Lipsittsville. In fact, Mr. Ford overdid it a little, and Mr. Hartwig began to look suspicious like a man about to sneeze, or one who fears that you are going to try to borrow money from him.
"Say, James J. Jerusalem but I've got a fine idea. I know what we'll call the tea-room 'The T Room' see, not spelling out the T. Great, eh?" It was May in Arcady, and those young-hearted old lovers, Mr. and Mrs. Seth Appleby, were almost ready to open the tea-room. They had leased for a term of two years an ancient and weathered house on the gravel cliffs of Grimsby Head.
Finally a feature-writer on a Boston paper, a man with imagination and a sense of the dramatic, made a one-column Sunday story out of the adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Appleby. He represented them as wealthy New-Yorkers who were at once explorers and exponents of the simple life. He said nothing about a shoe-store, a tea-room, a hobo-camp.
But you are trembling yet, calm yourself, dear lady; you are quite safe now." I was watching her intently as he spoke. 'Twas now hard upon two months since I had seen her last in that fateful upper room at Appleby Hundred, and the interval or mayhap it was only the hardships and distresses of the captive flight had changed her woefully.
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