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Bangs proceeded sadly, but with determination, to the private office of Mr. Barbour, his cousin's "second secretary." There, producing from another pocket a huge envelope, portentously daubed and sealed with red wax, he handed it to Barbour. It contained the two stock certificates, each signed in blank, Martha's for two hundred and fifty shares, Captain Jethro's for four hundred.
"I mean anybody to make Christmas for." "No mother or father or a little girl like me? Haven't you even got a wife?" "Not even a wife." Van Landing smiled. "You are as bad as Miss Barbour. She hasn't anybody, either, now, she says, 'most everybody being " "Miss who?" Van Landing turned so sharply that the child jumped. "Who did you say?" "Miss Barbour."
I thought probably you had gone to dig another quahaug. Why don't you answer letters?" Galusha glanced desperately at the kitchen door. Thank heaven, it was closed. "I answered yours," he declared. "You did not. You only half answered it. That idiot Barbour sent you a check for over fourteen thousand dollars. Of course, if I had been well and here he wouldn't have done any such fool thing.
Barbour had requested. To Galusha it was all a tangled and most uninteresting snarl of figures and stock quotations and references to "preferred" and "common" and "new issues" and "rights."
He represented Scotland in the contests with England in 1887 and 1888 as left-wing forward, and played a fine game. ~A. Grant.~ When the Renton men carried off the Glasgow Charity Cup that same season, the forwards showed great ability. Mr. Grant was a very neat player. If my memory serves me right, he backed up Mr. Barbour in this game, and did it very well.
Peggy Barbour saw a double nest with one hole last year; it must have been an old pair and a young maintaining a joint roof-tree. Yes, of course, these are jay's feathers." Another resource which Leslie found within Hector Garret's perception was that of music.
And there under my eyes stood the very step where Chad had helped his old master from his horse the day his sweetheart Henny had been purchased from Judge Barbour, and close to the garden gate were the negro quarters where they had begun their housekeeping. I thought I knew the very cabin.
Let us go out and see them." "We'll go to the arbor," said Alice; "where we will be near enough to see Uncle Bacchus's professional airs. Ole Bull can't exceed him in that respect." "Nor equal him," said Mr. Barbour. "Bacchus is a musician by nature; his time is perfect; his soul is absorbed in his twangs and flourishes." "I must come, too," said Mr. Weston.
That would explain why I have received no answer. Yes, of course." "Sure! Thomas will write you by and by, no doubt. But now that you are here, why don't you see Barbour? Barbour is in charge of the chief's outside affairs while Thomas is away. That is, he is in charge of everything that can be handled here. The most important stuff goes to Thomas, of course. But come in and see Barbour.
They were both men of great abilities, but their style and manner were very different. James was a verbose and ornate declaimer; Philip was a close, cogent reasoner, without any attempt at elegance or display. He labored to convince the mind; James, to control and direct the feelings. A wag wrote upon the wall of the House, at the conclusion of a masterly argument of Philip P. Barbour,
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