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A few minutes later, Charlie knocked resoundingly on Courtney's door. "Who is it?" "It's me, Charlie Webster. Got a nice surprise for you." "Come in." And in strode Charlie, followed by the tall stranger and the lank Mr. Hatch. Courtney, full dressed, except that he wore instead of his coat a thick blue bath gown, was sitting at a table in front of the small wood-fire stove, playing solitaire.
There are hundreds, aye, perhaps thousands of them in the world at this very moment." An uncomfortable shudder ran through Courtney's veins; the Doctor's manner seemed peculiar and uncanny. "By Jove! I hope not!" he involuntarily exclaimed. "The orthodox ghost is an infinitely better arrangement. One at least knows what to expect.
My own long residence in Paris has made me more critical than I used to be in such matters; but I do not remember having met any woman in society with manners more nearly perfect than Mrs. Courtney's. Ethel Leigh used to be, upon occasion, painfully abrupt and disconcerting; and her movements and attitudes, though there was abundant native grace in them, were often careless and unconventional.
Even Courtney's astonishment pierced his heavy equanimity; and Lady Helen stopped sharply and gazed at the painting and, then, at me, and, then, at the painting, again, in silent wonder. For although they both knew, generally, of the resemblance, it needed the uniform to bring it out in full effect. "Your Majesty has given us a series of surprises to-night," said Courtney.
Looking at me intently a moment, his face brightened, and he exclaimed: "You are Rob M'Bride, aren't you?" "Yes; and you are Billy Craig," was the immediate reply. As soon as he pronounced my name, it all came to me in a moment. We had been school-mates at Courtney's School-house. He was then one of the "big boys," and I a lad of nine or ten. I had not seen him since.
"Say, Court, why didn't you tell 'em about the time you called Colonel What's-His-Name down, the French guy that " The scowl on Courtney's brow silenced the genial Charlie. He coughed and sputtered for a moment or two and then said something about "taking a joke." As Charlie moved away, Miss Angie Miller sniffed and said, without appreciably lowering her voice: "I wonder where he gets it.
If this was the real 'andicap, I'd bet drinks all around that fifteen of these twenty would accept. And that's more than anyone will be able to say for Courtney's 'andicap. The weights will be out to-morrow; we shall see." "What do you say to 'alf a pint," said Stack, "and we'll go steadily through your 'andicap? You've nothing to do for the next 'alf-hour." Journeyman's dingy face lit up.
"So he has about you," returned Johnny, smiling into Mr. Courtney's eyes and liking him. "I suppose so," admitted Mr. Courtney. "The colonel's always blowing about his friends, so we mustn't trust each other too far." "That's a good way to start anyhow," laughed Johnny. "The colonel's been telling me you're so trusting that you stung yourself." "How's that?" asked Mr.
Courtney's wavering and uncertain, Caleb's fixed and triumphant. "Is is that you, Cale?" mumbled the former wonderingly. Young Vick nodded his head slowly. "How did you get here?" asked Thane, sensing peril in those boring, unfaltering eyes. His hand went out to feel for the revolver he had dropped. "Where What has become of the man that jumped on me? The detective."
She went to Doc Mitchell but he put her off because he was regulating and pulling every tooth in Hank Lolly's head. She was just sick to think she had to miss Lilac Sunday and Mr. Courtney's last sermon, but she told me to be sure and listen and if he let on he was sorry he was leaving not to believe him, because he's had everything except the parlor furniture crated for a month.
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