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"'Why not, Hetty? says I. "'I ought not to leave grandmother, said she. "I declare, I hadn't thought o' that! Miss Buel was a real infirm woman without kith nor kin, exceptin' Hetty; for Jason Buel he'd died down to Jersey long before; and she hadn't means. Hetty nigh about kept 'em both since Miss Buel had grown too rheumatic to make cheese and see to the hens and cows, as she used to.
"I see you have found my book." He helplessly held out the package to her, which she took. "Is it yours?" he asked. "Yes, I recognised it by the string. I bought it at Euston Station. I am forever losing things," she added. "Thank you, ever so much." Buel laughed to himself as she disappeared. "Fate evidently intends her to read my book," he said to himself.
You will be making me apologise by-and-by, and I don't want to do that." Buel laughed, and resumed his walk. "It's all right," he said; "Hodden's loss is my gain. I've got in with a jolly lot, who took the trouble last night to teach me the great American game at cards and counters." Miss Jessop sighed.
Buel turned it over and over, and could almost imagine himself buying a book that looked so tastefully got up as this one. The sight of the volume gave him a thrill, for he remembered that the Press doubtless received its quota at about the same time his parcel came, and he feared he would not be out of the country before the first extract from the clipping agency arrived.
Miss Jessop turned over the pages of the book which had been given her, and as she did so a name caught her attention. She remembered a problem that had troubled her when she read the book before. She cried impulsively "Oh, Mr. Hodden, there is a question I want to ask you about this book. Was " Here she checked herself in some confusion. Buel, who seemed to realise the situation, smiled grimly.
Oh, L. F. Brant was not born the day before yesterday." "I see he wasn't," said Buel, smiling. "Now you come down and be introduced to the newspaper boys. You'll find them jolly nice fellows." "In a moment. You go down and open the champagne. I'll follow you. I I want to say a few words to a friend on board." "No tricks now, Buel. You're not going to try to dodge them?" "I'm a man of my word, Mr.
Buel, I am sorry that I spoke to you in the manner I did, and I hope you will allow me to apologise for doing so. Various little matters had combined to irritate me, and Of course, that is no excuse. But " "Don't say anything more. I unreservedly retract what I was heated enough to say, and so we may consider the episode ended.
Buel was perfectly satisfied with the meal, and thought if they produced a better one in New York, or anywhere else, the art of cookery had reached wonderful perfection. Brant, however, kept apologising for the spread as he went along.
They walked the length of the deck in silence. "Come, now," she said, "confess. What is it?" "John." Miss Jessop laughed heartily, but quietly. "You think John commonplace, I suppose?" "Oh, it suits you, Mr. Buel. Goodbye." As the young woman found her place in the book, she mused, "How blind men are, after all with his name in full on the passage list."
T. G. Bush of Birmingham. The second State convention, held in Huntsville Feb. 5, 1914, was made notable by the inspiring presence of three of Alabama's pioneer suffragists Mrs. Annie Buel Drake Robertson, Mrs. Humes, and Mrs. Virginia Clay Clopton. The following local societies were represented by their presidents, named in the order in which they were organized: Selma, Mrs.
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