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"I am an old man now, gentlemen," Bagshaw said, "and the time must soon come when I must not only leave politics, but must take my way towards that goal from which no traveller returns." There was a deep hush when Bagshaw said this. It was understood to imply that he thought of going to the United States.
So you may imagine the excitement in Mariposa when it became known that King George had dissolved the parliament of Canada and had sent out a writ or command for Missinaba County to elect for him some other person than John Henry Bagshaw because he no longer had confidence in him. The king, of course, is very well known, very favourably known, in Mariposa.
During all this time, Bagshaw but who would attempt to describe anguish indescribable? At length he was relieved by the return of Mrs.
"Well, that's all there is to it, Nona. These conviction chaps, these booming politicians and honours-list chaps, these Bagshaw chaps you know Bagshaw? they go like a cannon ball. They go like hell and smash through and stick when they get there. My sort's like the footballs you see down at the school punt-about. Wherever there's a punt I feel it and respond to it.
"President Bagshaw. Is that sufficient?" The old banker gazed on Mrs. Carey with a dazed look, which gradually faded into one of intelligent admiration. "I begin to understand," he said, slowly. "But why not have told me?" "Because I wanted to save the King this time," answered Mrs. Carey. "You don't object, do you? I assure you it does not interfere with any plan of yours." Mr.
Cuthbert's wine club, seemed to be more amused at the solemn way I told the story, while Bagshaw said he would have given anything to have seen the Subby rushing down-stairs. They laughed loudly, and as soon as I could escape I went back to my rooms, leaving Jack Ward to talk to them.
"Why um no; these things are expensive; we come home at night with a guinea apiece less in our pockets, and I don't see the good of that." "I have it!" cried Bagshaw; "we'll make it a picnic; that won't be expensive." "Then I'm with you, Bagshaw, with all my heart, and it shall be al fresco."
Making a sort of garden suburb business of it. They've got a new church already. Stupendous affair, considering the size of the place but that's looking forward to this development movement, the new vicar chap says. He's doing the developing like blazes. Regular tiger he is for shoving things, particularly himself. Chap called Bagshaw Boom Bagshaw. Character if ever there was one.
Boom Bagshaw's church on the same terms, and accepted them. This was a habit of his. A silver entrée dish was placed before Mabel, another before Sabre. Low Jinks removed her mistress's cover and Mr. Boom Bagshaw pushed aside a flower vase to obtain a view. "I don't eat salmon," he remarked. The vase was now between himself and Sabre. He again moved it, "Or cutlets." Mabel exclaimed, "Oh, dear!
Now what the parson says to me is this: 'You give these young gentlemen luncheon for which they pays half-a-crown ahead, and it's worth it, and my missis drives up in the pony-cart at five and gives everybody tea. It's like a bargain, you understand." Bagshaw understood most thoroughly and tried to stop the flow of Mr.
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