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Bagley gazed at Larcher for a few moments in silence, as if not knowing exactly what to make of him, or what manner to use toward him. He seemed at last to decide against a wrathful attitude, and replied: "I suppose you're a very unbiased judge, and a very superior person all round. But nobody's asking for your opinion, and I guess it wouldn't count for much if they did.
One is ours, and the other is after the plan of Houghton Farm. Ours is the only one possible for us that of working a small place and performing the labor, as far as possible, ourselves. If I had played 'boss, as Bagley sometimes calls me, and hired the labor which we have done ourselves, the children meanwhile idle, we should soon come to a disastrous end in our country experiment.
Charlie was interested. "Is that so? Did you see Amos Vick's daughter hanging around the place?" "Amos Vick's you mean Rosabel?" He swallowed hard. "No, I didn't see her. Was she over there?" "Jim Bagley was in the office half an hour or so ago.
Barry Tompkins led Bagley and Larcher over to the medico-legal criminologist a tall, thin man in the forties, with prematurely gray hair and a smooth-shaven face, cold and inscrutable in expression and, having introduced and helped them to find chairs, rejoined Turl. Bagley was not ten seconds in getting the medico-legal man's ear.
"I do," he answered, stepping forward as if to take her in his arms. "Mr. Bagley!" she exclaimed, recoiling. "A week ago," he persisted, "you called me Fitzroy. Once, in an outburst of confidence, you called me Fitz." "You hadn't asked me to marry you then," she laughed mockingly. Then edging away towards the door she waved her hand at him playfully and said teasingly: "Good-bye, Mr.
"Colonel," said Bagley, with a little tremor in his breath, "they do say there's things there as is neither man nor woman." There was no time for words. "Are you game to follow me, my man? that's the question," I said. Bagley fell in without a word, and saluted. I knew then I had nothing to fear. We went, so far as I could guess, exactly as I had come; when I heard that sigh.
Fitzroy Bagley, he would have no alternative but to retire gracefully under fire and relinquish all idea of a marriage alliance with the house of Ryder. The critical moment had arrived. To-morrow, Wednesday, was the day fixed for the elopement. The secretary's little game had gone far enough. The time had come for action.
Janet Bagley wanted a long and lazy stay somewhere no closer than fifteen hundred miles to the nearest telephone, newspaper, mailbox, airline, bus stop, or highway. She'd take the 762-day rocket trip to Venus if they had one available.
Bagley emerged from the house and shook hands with Worrell, the two at once entering into a hurried conversation, while the Indians, in accordance with their nature, stood apart, saying nothing to each other, but satisfied to wait till the time should come for them to act in obedience to the orders of their leader.
These young men and many others are doing a greater work than they know, and all possess in a smaller or larger degree the spirit of dear old Tuskegee. They are all preaching the gospel of Service. Prof. Bagley in his "Classroom Management," page 225, has the following to say in "Testing Results": "The ultimate test of efficiency of efforts is the result of effort.
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