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How in blazes can you call the roll when you don't know who's here? Messrs. Jane, Botcher, Bascom, and Fleming are not disturbed, and improve their time. Watling and Tooting rush to the bridal suite, and rush back again to demand justice. General Doby mingles his tears with theirs, and somebody calls him a jellyfish. He does not resent it.
But Hilary appeared unaware of the implication, and made no reply. "I can't find out what Bascom and Botcher are doing," Mr. Flint went on; "I don't get any reports they haven't been here. Perhaps you know. They've had trip passes enough to move the whole population of Putnam County. Fairplay says they're gettin' delegates for Adam Hunt instead of Giles Henderson.
It is managed in a mysterious manner we don't pretend to fathom, and behold Mr. Crewe in the front of the Forum, in the seats of the mighty, where he can easily be pointed out from the gallery at the head of the five hundred, between those shining leaders and parliamentarians, the Honourables Brush Bascom and Jake Botcher. For Mr.
The real Horatius of the stirring time of which we write was that old and tried veteran, the Honourable Brush Bascom; and Spurius Lartius might be typified by the indomitable warrior, the Honourable Jacob Botcher, while the Honourable Samuel Doby of Hale, Speaker of the House, was unquestionably Herminius.
Watling picks it up and hands it to the gentleman, who winks again. "Tim," he says, "where can we sit down? How much are you getting out of this? Brush and Jake Botcher are bidding high down-stairs, and the quotation on delegates has gone up ten points in ten minutes. It's mighty good of you to remember old friends, Tim, even if they're not delegates." Meanwhile Mr.
He was a man of ideas, and the opening sentences of the speech were already occurring to him. "Let's go upstairs and see the general now," suggested Mr. Botcher, smiling that such a happy thought should have occurred to him. "Why, I guess we couldn't do any better," Mr. Bascom agreed. "Well," said Mr. Crewe, "I'm willing to hear what he's got to say, anyway."
Since the motives of every philanthropist and public benefactor are inevitably challenged by cynics, there were many who asked the question, "What did Mr. Crewe want?" It is painful even to touch upon this when we know that Mr. Crewe was merely doing his duty as he saw it, when we know that he spelled the word, mentally, with a capital D. Mr. Crewe still sat with Mr. Botcher and Mr.
Botcher in his line of vision, made what was perhaps an unguarded remark. "Hello, Jake, the general's in number nine Manning sent for him about half an hour ago." It was Mr. Botcher himself who almost closed the door on the gentleman's sharp nose, and took Mr. Crewe's arm confidingly. "We'll go up to the desk and see Doby in the morning, he's busy," said the Honourable Jake.
He perceived that you were a man of ability, sir " "And that was just the reason," said the Honourable Brush, "that he couldn't make you more useful just now." "There's a good deal of jealousy, my dear sir, against young members of ability," said Mr. Botcher, in his most oracular and impressive tones.
Since the motives of every philanthropist and public benefactor are inevitably challenged by cynics, there were many who asked the question, "What did Mr. Crewe want?" It is painful even to touch upon this when we know that Mr. Crewe was merely doing his duty as he saw it, when we know that he spelled the word, mentally, with a capital D. Mr. Crewe still sat with Mr. Botcher and Mr.
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