Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
Soon the shuffle and clatter of a thousand feet made it evident that the meeting at Barclay Hall had heard the news and was hurrying up the hill. The crowd buzzed for an hour, and Molly and Adrian Brownwell waited speechless together he face downward on the sofa, she huddled in a chair by the window.
He was tugging at his gloves as he spoke, and in the clatter that he made, Barclay found the blank note and pushed it toward the table's edge to Brownwell, who put his ornate copy-book signature upon it with a flourish. When he had gone, Barclay wrote a note to Jane telling her of Molly's engagement to Brownwell, and then he sat posting his books, and figuring up his accounts.
And soon Molly rose, and her spent soul rested in peace. But they did not go to bed. The dawn found the two women talking it out together clear from the beginning. And when the day came Molly Brownwell went to Jane Barclay's desk and wrote. And when Bob Hendricks came home that night, his sister handed him a letter. It ran: "MY DEAR BOB: I have thought it all out, dear; it wouldn't do at all.
So it happened naturally that Molly Culpepper went to the Christmas dance with Adrian Brownwell, and when Jane Barclay, seeing the proprietary way the Alabaman hovered over Molly, and his obvious jealousy of all the other men who were civil to her, asked John why he did not let Bob come home for the holidays, as he had promised, for the Larger Good John told her the facts that there were some mortgages that had just come in, and they must be sold, so that the company could reduce its indebtedness to the bank.
He gave the bundle to me the last thing poor lad, poor lad." He handed her the letter addressed to Mrs. Brownwell, and then asked, "Is the sister about?" And when he found she could not be seen he went away, and Molly Brownwell sat by the dead man's body and read: "My darling my darling they will let a dead man say that to you won't they?
"Just one word more: if you still maintain your present decision, a copy of that letter you wrote will be put into the hands of Mr. Brownwell of the Banner before the meeting; I tell you this to protect you. He and Mrs. Brownwell and Mrs.
"Come off your high horse and take the profits we'll make on our wheat, pay off old Brownwell and marry her." "And let the bank bust and the farmers slide?" asked Hendricks, "and buy back Molly with stolen money? Is that your idea?"
The vision was flaming in his brain, and with his lips parted, he whistled "The Evening Star" to conjure it back and keep it with him. The girl went on: "About that money Mr. Brownwell loaned father, John." She flushed and cried, "Can't you find some way for father to borrow the money and pay Mr. Brownwell now that your wheat is turning out so well?"
Man, that ought to pretty nearly fix it. Let's leave both matters open, say for two hours, and then at ten o'clock or so you come back here, and I'll have the note for you to sign if you care to. How's that?" he asked as he turned to his desk and reached for a pen. "Well," replied Brownwell, "I am willing to try."
"So I take it," said John, "that you are like the Memorial Day parade, several hours passing a given point!" "Exactly," smiled back Brownwell. He drew from his pocket a diamond ring. "She will look at it; she will admire it. She will put it on a chain, but she will not wear it. And so I say, why should I put my head in a noose here in your bank what's the use? No, sir, John Barclay no, sir.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking