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It was something of a shock, too, to find that the married daughter after all was not the blue-eyed girl of his boyhood's passion. For it was Joan, not May, who came down the gravel path between the roses to greet him. On the way up he had felt puzzled.
There was something very charming in the simplicity of Joyselle's pleasure in seeing his boyhood's friends, and something almost ludicrous in his perfectly obvious joy in their homage. Looking down at him in his oft-interrupted progress, Brigit told herself that things must turn out all right.
The Author had fallen in a Heap on the Antique Writing Desk. "Hully Chee!" exclaimed the Artist. "He's Croaked." MORAL: A Classic is never Safe Except in the Church Parlor. Once there was a Married Man who had two Friends whom he had not given up, even to oblige the Missus. They were two Men whom he had known since Boyhood's Happy Days away back in Sleepy Hollow.
'You must have been maturing the day's business quite a long time, my boyhood's companion, my floater of public companies, my pearl of financiers. Yes, decidedly parts of it were wonderfully ingenious. To sow the place with pickpockets, to get at my cashiers, my commissionaires, and my servers. To substitute your own false shopwalkers for the genuine article.
My boyhood's home was in the city of Richmond, in the State of Indiana, my mother was a devout member of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and in the first years of my life in company with my father and the other children of the household, I attended the church of my mother. When she was just a little more than thirty-five years of age she was called home.
Harriet and her mother sought out Mr. Denover. He lived in a stately up-town mansion, with his wife and one son, and received both poor waifs with open arms. His lost sister had been his boyhood's pet; he had nothing for her now but pity and forgiveness, when she looked at him with death in her face. "My poor Maria, don't talk of the wretched past.
He was compelled to admit to himself that he loved her already, and that his boyhood's passion had only changed as he had changed, and had become the strong and abiding sentiment of the man. She only could have broken the power by becoming commonplace, by losing the peculiar charm which she had for him from the first. But now he could not choose; he had met his fate.
How it called up dead memories memories of the old land, of his dear ones now gone, of his boyhood's simple faith! "If you were an Irishman! . . . Perhaps you never heard of Patrick!" The frivolous words burned his brain. O God! Believe in Patrick! His breath came and went. He could hardly refrain from pressing his lips to the tiny leaves he was wearing on his breast.
Then, drawn by the older man's gentle, magnetic sympathy, Richard unlocked his heart and told all of his life that could be crowded in those few short minutes, of his boyhood's longings for a father of his own of his young manhood's love, of his flight, and a little of his later life. "We'd be great chums, now, father, if if it weren't for this that hangs over me."
The Colonel, however, continued, with unchanged deliberation: "It concerns er a young lady a beautiful, high-souled creature, sir, who, apart from her personal loveliness er er I may say is of one of the first families of Missouri, and er not remotely connected by marriage with one of er er my boyhood's dearest friends.
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