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Updated: May 26, 2025
A foreigner passing through the land had given them a book, and told them to worship it. They had done so. A high-priest had been appointed, and he had arranged a regular form of worship, Mr. Boardman asked the Karens to let him see the book, and they promised to bring it to him.
"So as to feel that you've been of some use in the world?" he said, dropping contentedly on the ground near her, and watching her industry. "Do you think that would be very wrong?" she asked. "What made that friend of yours Mr. Boardman go into journalism?" "Oh, virtuous poverty. You're not thinking of becoming a newspaper woman, Miss Pasmer!" "Why not?"
"BOARDMAN AND WARNER, "Executors, Hugh Worthington Estate." The signature seemed to be a fluttering banner of hostile hosts. And yet, summoning all his trained calm, Arthur Ferris, with unmoved gravity, bowed as he was ushered into the drawing-room of the great New York pleader. He knew the flag of no surrender was flying. He saluted, in silence, the two gentlemen who advanced to meet him.
He came forth from his retirement renovated in spirit, for the second period of his toils. Meantime, the Boardmans had returned to Tavoy, where they were eagerly welcomed by their Karen flock, and found many candidates for baptism. Weak as he was, Mr. Boardman examined them.
The reporter was at his late breakfast, which his landlady furnished him in his room, though, as Mrs. Mash said, she never gave meals, but a cup of coffee and an egg or two, yes. "Well?" he said, without looking up. "Well, I'm done for!" cried Dan. "Again?" asked Boardman. "Again! The other time was nothing, Boardman I knew it wasn't anything; but this this is final."
"Another such outbreak and you can say adieu forever to the woman whose life you have wrecked," whispered Boardman. "Now, sir," he continued, raising his voice, "proceed! For, after to-day all your communications will be in writing, and only through us!" "I demand your authority for all these high-handed actions," snarled the deposed autocrat of the Trading Company.
You've had to fight through all sort of sordid little details to the grand tragic result of getting off Miss Pasmer's letters, and when you reach it you don't mind it a bit." "Don't I?" demanded Dan, in as hollow a voice as he could. "You'd joke at a funeral, Boardman." "I've seen some pretty cheerful funerals," said Boardman.
I was determined to have some movements to case, and went to Chauncey Boardman, who had formerly made the old fashioned hang-up movements, and told him I wanted him to make me two hundred of his kind with such alterations as I should suggest. He said he would make them for me.
He soothed and comforted her with endearing words and touches; but before he could have believed her half consoled she pulled away from him, and asked, with shining eyes, "Do you think Mr. Boardman is a good influence in your life?" "Boardman!" cried Mavering, in astonishment. "Why, I thought you liked Boardman?" "I do; and I respect him very much. But that isn't the question.
"Yes, Boardman knows; he can tell you about it," said Dan, from the hall chair he had dropped into. He rose and made his way to the stairs, with the effect of leaving the whole thing to them. His sisters ran after him, and got him upstairs and into his room, with Boardman's semi-satirical connivance, and Eunice put up the window, while Minnie went to get some cologne to wet his forehead.
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