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But it was Horace P. Blanton who did the talking. Horace P., in his brave picture-general hat, his impressively swelling front of white vest and his black clerical tie, was the personification of economic, financial and scholastic not to say ecclesiastic, dignity. His greeting of the engineer was majestic.
"I don't recall his words." "Or the substance of them?" "No. I had the impression, very strongly." The coroner reproved him tartly. "Please confine your testimony to facts and not to impressions, Mr. Blanton. Do you know at what time Mr. Cunningham left the City Club?" "At 8.45." "Precisely?" "Precisely." "That will do." Exit Mr.
The committee reported that Kingston was saved and the orator of the day made another speech so far eclipsing all his former efforts that the cheering citizens were evenly divided as to whether it was James Greenfield, Jefferson Worth or Horace P. Blanton who saved it.
Greenfield's eye as he stepped through the doorway on his return to the hotel was the broad back of Horace P. Blanton, who carried away as usual by the importance of the occasion was "orating" to a group of strangers. It should be said that, save when the Kingston citizens were in a certain mood, Horace "orated" usually to strangers.
I mention these specific facts to show that, personally, I had no malice or desire to destroy that city or its inhabitants, as is generally believed at the South. Having walked over much of the suburbs of Columbia in the afternoon, and being tired, I lay down on a bed in Blanton Duncan's house to rest.
A hush fell upon the company of pioneers. Not one of them but would have gladly had he dared offered the outraged monarch the price of a paper. The King's Basin settlers were proud of Horace P. But that night Horace P. Blanton boarded the north-bound train and was never seen in The King's Basin again.
The statue on the monument is a good specimen of the stalwart private soldier, and would well represent Private Charles Blanton, of the Fifty-fifth N. C. Regiment, who once captured fourteen prisoners on the skirmish line. Having heard his comrades tell of this heroic deed a few years ago, I asked Mr. Blanton how he did it.
You can't afford to go the way of that dreamer who started this work with the exalted idea of making it a benefit to the whole human race. That line of talk is all right for the boosters like Horace P. Blanton, but we've got to make good in dollars and cents or the whole thing goes to smash."
After we had got, as it were, settled in Blanton Duncan's house, say about 2 p.m., I overhauled my pocket according to custom, to read more carefully the various notes and memoranda received during the day, and found the paper which had been given me, as described, by one of our escaped prisoners.
Greenfield escaped quickly from the crowd at the hotel and was very soon closeted with Burk in the office. Then a boy found Horace P. Blanton. Horace P. was not hard to find. With the word that Mr. Greenfield desired to see him immediately, Horace P. Blanton increased visibly so visibly that the spectators watched the white vest with no little anxiety. "Tell Mr.
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