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Even had Briggs and Ellis been inclined to "show up" their hazers, they knew too well the fate that would await such a pair of plebes at the hands of the cadet corps. "That shows how easily a suspicious man's eyes may deceive him," mused Lieutenant Topham as he walked along. Kelton now allowed his gaze to follow the retreating O.C., while the yearlings in the tent stood in dazed silence.
Maybe she's waiting alone because some other girl was handier in the new place. And maybe it wasn't a case of wait at all, only the boy who went away looked better to some Homeburg girl than any of those who stayed at home. That was the case with Sam Flanburg and Minnie Briggs a few years ago. Sam is on the Chicago Board of Trade and is one of our old-time boys.
Briggs asked. "What's that to me?" Sir Pitt asked. "I know she's married. That makes no odds. Tell her to come down at once, and not keep me." "Are you not aware, sir," Miss Briggs asked, "that she has left our roof, to the dismay of Miss Crawley, who is nearly killed by the intelligence of Captain Rawdon's union with her?"
The old man ate his toast slowly and without relish. "Sally," he said that afternoon, "I guess mebby you'd better git married. I'm gittin' old. You'd better marry that book agent whilst you got a chance." It was Pap Briggs who urged an early date, after that, and who was most joyous at the wedding.
Now he would compliment her on her ability to find her way on a trackless waste such as this. "Where have you been?" shouted Hi when near enough to make his voice heard. "I went after Miss Briggs' pony, then got on the wrong trail, if there be such a thing as a trail on this landscape," answered Grace. "We've been worrying about you. Did you get lost?" "Well, not exactly.
The mate had told me that for what he had rented a flat in New York he had secured one of these charming old world homes. And as I passed them I began to pick out the one in which when I retired from the world I would settle down. This time I made no alterations. How much the near presence of Miss Briggs had to do with my determination to settle down in Fairharbor, I cannot now remember.
"What do you mean by that, you little old scrub!" cried the imperious Turk; "would you provoke me to soil my fingers by pulling that beastly snub nose?" For Mr Briggs had saved himself any actual mask, by merely blacking his face with soot. "Beastly snub nose!" sputtered out the chimneysweeper in much wrath, "good nose enough; don't want a better; good as another man's. Where's the harm on't?"
"This is our land, and I guess I can have a burnfire if I want to." "Why ain't you at Poole's Woods?" The fire was dying down a little, but one persistent flame moved like a snake in the dry stubble, and he savagely stamped it out. "Why ain't you? I come after you." "You didn't wait, did you?" "Old Mis' Drake said you were goin' with Briggs." "Did I tell you so?" He weakened a little. "N-no!
He promised to find him, and send him to the Duke if he was in town; but he thought he was at Algiers. Spoke to him of Jenkins and Briggs. He says Jenkins is the abler man. Saw Lord Essex and Lord Clinton. They had heard the Duke of Orleans was proclaimed Regent. July 31. Went to town early. Called at the Duke's to hear the news. None had arrived since yesterday morning.
The spectators cheered the injured player who came off so reluctantly; then they cheered Westby as he ran out upon the field. Irving was near the group of substitutes when Dennison hobbled in. “Hurt much, Denny?” asked Briggs. “No—just that same old ankle—hang it all!” Dennison slipped into a blanket and lowered himself painfully to the ground.
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