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The five young men conversed long and earnestly, considering, planning, rejecting ideas advanced by each. Dale and Roy Beeman suggested most of what became acceptable to all. Hunters of their type resembled explorers in slow and deliberate attention to details.
You've seen a private car some time in your life?" "Slatin Beeman he hez one," said Dan, cautiously. "I saw her at the Union Depot in Boston, with three niggers hoggin' her run." Slatin Beeman he's a millionaire. I've seen his car. Yes?" "Well, my father's what they call a multi-millionaire, and he has two private cars. One's named for me, the 'Harvey', and one for my mother, the 'Constance'."
"Most of that farming land belongs to your Cousin Jasper," the Beeman said, while Oliver, too intent upon staring at the view below him, failed to wonder how he happened to know so much of their affairs. "That whole portion of the valley was waste, swampy ground at one time; it was an uncle of Jasper Peyton's who drained the land thirty years ago and built dikes to keep the river back.
"We have plenty of time," Oliver assured him. "We are in no hurry at all. You might even make it a very long one." The Beeman nodded assent with that queer smile that seemed to betray an uncanny understanding of the whole situation. "A long one it shall be," he agreed, "for I have a good deal to tell you."
"Daddy always tells me a story when we have finished with the bees," she began a little shyly. "He said he had one saved up in his head that I would especially like. You won't mind our going on with it, will you?" Oliver would not mind at all. He felt assured already that he would like anything that the Beeman had to say.
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About 400 persons gathered from various States, even California being represented. Her niece, Mrs. Phebe Stone Beeman, president of the Warren Political Equality Club, presided and there were addresses by Mrs. Livermore, Mr. Blackwell, the Rev. Mary A. Safford and others. The beautiful weather and the beautiful scenery combined with the beautiful memories to make it a memorable occasion. Mrs.
And you understand, from the first minute he speaks, that you can trust the Beeman." He went away to his room where, so it seemed to him, he had been asleep a long time before the rattle of wheels aroused him.
She led them into a little sitting-room, where on a couch underneath a window Roy Beeman lay. He was wide awake and smiling, but haggard. He lay partly covered with a blanket. His gray shirt was open at the neck, disclosing bandages. "Mornin' girls," he drawled. "Shore is good of you, now, comin' down." Helen stood beside him, bent over him, in her earnestness, as she greeted him.
"I think the Beeman knows," Oliver volunteered suddenly, although he could give no reason for his guess. "Anyway," pursued Janet, "some one ought to know, for some one ought to help Cousin Jasper. I am certain that he has no mean secrets, as Anthony Crawford said. And so I think one of us should climb up and look over the wall.
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