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Crewe continued, "through a fellow-member who has no use for it whose intelligence, in fact, is underrated by the gentlemen in Number Seven. I will read the slip. "'Vote yes on the question. Yes means that the report of the Committee will be accepted, and that the Pingsquit bill will not pass. Wait for Bascom's signal, and destroy this paper." There was no need, indeed, for Mr.
Maxwell drew his watch from his pocket, and there was a look in his eyes which made the lawyer proceed: "The fact is, Rector, that I came to see you on a matter of business about the rectory as Mr. Bascom's agent." "Will you kindly state it?" "It concerns the use of this house." "In what way? This is the rectory of the church, and the rental of it is part of my salary." "You are mistaken. Mr.
"It's a little early to talk about the make-up of committees. I hope to be able to get at them by Sunday. You may be sure I'll do my best for you." "We'd better make a note of it," said Mr. Crewe; "give me some paper," and he was reaching around behind General Doby for one of the precious sheets under Mr. Bascom's hat, when the general, with great presence of mind, sat on it.
It seems to me that the whole parish ought to be informed about the matter, and share in the work; but I suppose Mr. Bascom's shouldering it all, since there's been no effort to raise money by having a fair." "I really don't know much about it as yet, Sarah. Of course Bascom's charitable work is mostly done in secret, so that nobody ever finds it out.
"It looks that way to me," said Mr. Jane. "It looks that way to Doby too, I guess," said Mr. Bascom, with a glance of contempt at the general; "he's lost about fifteen pounds to-day. Did Hilary send you down here?" he demanded. "No," Mr. Jane confessed. "Then go back and chase yourself around the platform some more," was Mr. Bascom's unfeeling advice, "and don't have a fit here.
Joel flew on the wings of the wind, his heart beating like a trip-hammer, over down across the lane to Grandma Bascom's little cottage. Grandma, with a tin pan full of wet corn meal, was just going out to feed her hens, when he dashed up behind her. "Please come!" he shouted, his trembling mouth close to her cap-border. "Polly wants you!"
"It looks that way to me," said Mr. Jane. "It looks that way to Doby too, I guess," said Mr. Bascom, with a glance of contempt at the general; "he's lost about fifteen pounds to-day. Did Hilary send you down here?" he demanded. "No," Mr. Jane confessed. "Then go back and chase yourself around the platform some more," was Mr. Bascom's unfeeling advice, "and don't have a fit here.
Kate O'Malley, who has been at Bascom's for so many years that she is rumored to have stock in the company, may be said to govern the fashions of our town. She is wont to say, when we express a fancy for gray as the color of our new spring suit: "Oh, now, Nellie, don't get gray again. You had it year before last, and don't you think it was just the least leetle bit trying?
Whether the young blood has yet made his way out of Bascom's swamp, we have not learned. Conductor Slum is one of the most gentlemanly and efficient officers on the road; but he ain't trifled with, not much. We learn that the company have put a new engine on the seven o'clock train, and newly upholstered the drawing-room car throughout. It spares no effort for the comfort of the traveling public."
The use of a rectory was offered me as part of the original agreement when I accepted the call to come to this parish." "Hm! You speak quite as if you belonged to the legal profession yourself, Mr. Maxwell. However, I am afraid that you will have to get off the lot just the same. You must remember that I am simply carrying out Mr. Bascom's instructions."
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