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"Bronson," he coaxed, "you are not going to use it, are you?" Bronson turned on him savagely. "For Heaven's sake!" he protested, "what do you think I am; did you see her?" So the New York lost a very good story, and Bronson a large sum of money for not writing it, and Mr. Aram was taught a lesson, and his young wife's confidence in him remained unshaken.
The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Phillips Brooks Enthusiasm is the romance of the boy that becomes the heroism of the man. A. Bronson Alcott Every great and commanding movement in the annals of the world is the triumph of some enthusiasm. Emerson In the course of every life there are sure to be obstacles and difficulties to be met.
So remembering the immaculate clothes which awaited her each week in Genevieve's room, she made a cursory examination of the dainty undies and checked O.K. opposite Genevieve's name. "There's a funny odor in here," she commented as she turned to go; "you haven't " "Yes," said Genevieve politely, "I've just had a hot drink. Mrs. Bronson thought I'd better have one because I felt so tired."
In a company in which most had known each other from birth, her distinguished stranger and captive naturally drew even keener interest. "Look, there he is!" whispered an excited debutante. "Oh, what a dream!..." "I never saw Cally look better. If she were only a little taller, what a match they'd make." "Wissner ought to hit up that well-known snatch from' Lohengrin' ..." "Certainly, Mrs. Bronson.
We then compromised, he agreeing to stand the results of the corn crop, and I the consequences of the sore toe. As soon as a new nail grew out, I made a trip through the country, and brought up one Saturday evening at Bronson, where "my girl" lived.
Bronson, with the quick perceptions of a politician, had begun to see which way future winds would probably blow. "If the court please," he said, "this man is not wholly sane, but we might get valuable information out of him. I suggest that his testimony be taken for what it is worth." "No, you don't swar me," broke in the lunatic. "Not if I knows myself.
If there were an enemy before him now, one tap, and one alone was all that would be needed. He could picture the scene of some twenty years before; the flickering candles, the gray walls covered with dancing shadows, the yellow gold, beautiful in the light. He could see Bronson working, always the plodder, always the fool!
Sister no longer wore her short hair in four "pigtails". She had learned to dress it neatly like other girls of her age, and although it would never be like the beautiful blue-black tresses of Lettie Bronson, Hiram had to admit that the soft brown of Sister's hair, waving so prettily over her forehead, made the girl's features more than a little attractive.
The train had pulled out, and after passing the city limits, was flying through the suburbs at full speed. Fotheringham, seated in front of his safe, with his way bills on his lap, was checking them off as Bronson called off each item of freight in the car.
"You are to wait here until twelve," he said to the driver of the nighthawk. "Don't go far away." Bronson and the boy walked to an oyster-saloon that made one of the line of houses facing the gates of the prison on the opposite side of the street, and seated themselves at one of the tables from which Bronson could see out towards the northern entrance of the jail.
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