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Alice I saw for a bewildering instant, framed in the window of a big limousine that rolled away up-town. I had been snubbed! No snub had ever been delivered more deliberately, with a nicer calculation of effect, than that administered to me by Alice Bashford a girl with whom, until a moment before, I had believed myself on terms of cordial comradeship.
"Do you remember the immortal lines: "'Oh, skip your dear uncle! The Bellman exclaimed As he angrily tingled his bell"? "Oh, I'm not knocking the dead!" he protested. "Mr. Bashford always struck me as a pretty decent, square sort of chap, and not at all the familiar grouchy uncle of fiction and the drama.
Twenty-five, I decided, was a maximum; more likely she was not more than twenty-two, and if I had been told that eighteen was the total of her years I shouldn't have had the heart to dispute it. "Bob Singleton," I said and stupidly added, "and you are Mrs. Bashford?" unable for the life of me to avoid turning the statement into an inquiry.
Bashford, and I'll turn you loose." "Perhaps, my dear sir, the motive that impels you to detain me unlawfully is the same that enjoins silence upon me! Please consider that a little." I replied that I would consider nothing short of a confession. In a match of wits he was fully my equal, and in the mastery of his temper he certainly had the best of me.
I'll make him." "But I don't want to marry Billy!" she cried out in alarm. "Oh, Ned, you won't do that?" "I shall," he answered sternly. "You must. And Billy must. Do you understand?" Loretta buried her face in the cushioned chair back, and broke into a passionate storm of sobs. All that Bashford could make out at first, as he listened, was: "But I don't want to leave Daisy!
Stone is multiplying herself many-fold by her splendid training of nurses in the Kiukiang hospital," is the verdict of Mrs. Bashford, wife of the Methodist Missionary Bishop of China. She has watched Dr. Stone's work with keen and intelligent interest, and her opinion seems to be justified by the results. When after weeks of unusual strain Dr.
"But how " I began. "Mrs. Bashford, the widow of your uncle, is the Honorable Miss Seabring's aunt. Is that quite correct?" "It is all true," said Alice. "I am a fraud, an impostor. You might go on and say that Mrs. Farnsworth is the wife of Sir Cecil Arrowsmith. But all the guilt is mine. It was my idea to come here and play a little, because I knew Aunt Alice wouldn't mind.
I accepted his invitation with naïve precipitation and furbished up my wardrobe as best I could, feeling that even the wife of a clergyman might not welcome a visitor with fringed cuffs and celluloid collars. This was my first sea voyage and I greatly enjoyed the trip after I got there! Mrs. Well, no matter, Bashford and I got on smoothly.
I immediately dictated this reply: "Take first train East and come to me at Barton as quickly as possible. Hope to have news for you." I then jotted down on a scratch pad this memorandum: "The young woman representing herself as Mrs. Bashford and now established in my uncle's house is one or all of the following persons: 1. Uncle Bash's widow. 2. An impostor. 3.
His small frame house was simple, but it stood in the midst of a clump of pear trees, and when I broke out in lyrical praise of the beauty of the grass and glory of the flowers, the doctor smiled and became even more distinctly friendly. It appeared that through Mr. Bashford he had purchased a farm in Dakota, and the fact that I knew all about it and all about wheat farming gave me distinction.
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