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Brownwell left the room, "how old are you? I keep forgetting." When the young man answered twenty-five, Barclay, who was putting away the tintype picture, said, "And Jeanette will be twenty-three at her next birthday." He closed the desk and looked at the youth bending over his typewriter and sighed. "Been going together off and on five or six years I should say." Neal nodded.
That afternoon, Molly Brownwell knocked at Barclay's office door in the mill, and went in without waiting for him to open it. She was pale and haggard, and she sat down before he could speak to her. "John," she said in a dead voice that smote his heart, "I have come for my reward now. I never thought I'd ask it, John, but last night I thought it all out, and I don't believe it's begging."
Hendricks knew from Brownwell's overdraft that things were not going well with him, and he believed that matters must have reached a painful crisis in the Culpepper family if Brownwell had brought suit against the colonel. The next morning Colonel Martin Culpepper came into the bank.
He took it to the Banner office and asked Brownwell to put two men on the job, and to have the proof ready by the next morning. Brownwell waved both hands magnificently and with much grace, and said: "Mr.
If the soul smiles the body shines, and if the soul frets the body withers. And Molly Brownwell saw in the looking-glass that night more surely than ever before that her face was beginning to slump.
"And he went home, found Bob there conferring with Mrs. Brownwell about his position in the matter, and Adrian killed him." "That's the way I figured it out myself," replied Bemis, laconically, "but it's not my business to say so." "I thought you promised me you would just bluff with that note and not go so far, Lige Bemis," said Barclay.
She was the only person who ever quelled the brigadier; but when a woman has been a social leader in a country town all of her life, she has a social poise that may not be impressed by a mere brigadier. Mrs. Brownwell realized that her call was unusual, but she refused to acknowledge it to him.
A constitution was formed, and Bishop Brownwell elected President.
And out on the hill, out on Lincoln Avenue, the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat upon that house that stately house of a father's pride and At ten o'clock John Barclay heard a light footstep and a rattling cane upon the stair, and Brownwell, a human whirligig of gay gestures, came tripping into the room. "A pen, a pen," he cried, "my kingdom for a pen."
And so the reader may know what Molly Brownwell had in that package which she put in the buggy seat beside her when she drove down to see the Barclays, that beautiful starry November night. She put the package with her hat and wraps in Jeanette's room, and then came down to the living room where John Barclay sat by the roaring fire in the wide fireplace, with a bundle beside him also.
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