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Whereupon Miss Batchelor would suddenly recover her self-possession and reply, "Not a person you would care to make an intimate friend of." And at this the stranger smiled or looked uncomfortable according to his nature. Public sympathy was all with Tyson. If ever a clever man ruined his life by a foolish marriage, that man was Tyson. Opinions differed as to the precise extent of Mrs.
Batchelor's judgment and good sense were always in evidence. "Mr. Kruesi was the superintendent, a Swiss trained in the best Swiss ideas of accuracy. He was a splendid mechanic with a vigorous temper, and wonderful ability to work continuously and to get work out of men. It was an ideal combination, that of Edison, Batchelor, and Kruesi. Mr.
That's a nice beginning, anyhow. What's your name?" "Batchelor," said I. This again appeared to afford amusement to the company in general; and one or two jokes at the expense of my name were forthcoming, which I bore with as good a grace as I could.
I think under the circumstances he might have come Nevill's oldest friend. Did you know Miss Batchelor was in church! She was. Not in the chancel away at the back. You couldn't see her. I think it showed very nice feeling in her to come, and to send those lovely roses too from her own greenhouse. I must say everybody has been most kind, and there wasn't a hitch in the arrangements.
"No, I won't go with the letter," I replied, in decided tones. "You'll be sorry for it, Batchelor," he said, in a significant way. "Shall I?" "You would not like my uncle and Mr Barnacle to be told of your early visits here without leave." "They are quite welcome to know it." "And of my catching you and Smith going into their private room."
Miss Batchelor raised her eyebrows. "She must be very much stronger than she was at Thorneytoft." "She's never been so well in her life. Thorneytoft didn't agree with her at all. She's been a different woman since they left it." "I never thought it would suit Mr. Tyson." "No; it wasn't the life for him at all. He's got too much go in him to settle down anywhere in the country.
I had come over to act as Edison's private secretary, the position having been obtained for me through the good offices of Mr. E. H. Johnson, whom I had known in London, and who wrote to Mr. U. H. Painter, of Washington, about me in the fall of 1880. Mr. Painter sent the letter on to Mr. Batchelor, who turned it over to Edison.
"Yes," said I, ready to follow up this lead, "his manner's against him, perhaps, but he's a very good fellow at bottom." "Besides," said Hawkesbury, "he really has had great disadvantages. He has no friend at all in London, except Batchelor." This was flattering, certainly, and naturally enough I looked sheepish.
On the 17th, I detected John Batchelor, one of the marines, in my tent, stealing rum out of a small vessel, which contained what was drawn off to serve the officers and men belonging to the Sirius; and was kept in my tent, as I had not a more secure place to put it in.
Batchelor, who was in charge of the construction, development, and operation of the lamp factory, was soon to sail for Europe to prepare for the exhibit to be made at the Electrical Exposition to be held in Paris during the coming summer." These preparations overlap the reinforcement of the staff with some notable additions, chief among them being Mr.
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