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That young man will ruin his fine political career if he persists in writing trash like this." However, others gave the book a heartier reception. Crabb Robinson writes in his diary: "I went to Wordsworth this forenoon. He was ill in bed. I read Gladstone's book to him."
Yes, he was, he said. Then he was to go with him and bring back the stolen money. "Oh, yes, but Grethe, my wife, must go too." The lord was willing and let both of them have a seat in the carriage, and they all drove away together. When they came to the nobleman's castle, the table was spread, and Crabb was told to sit down and eat.
So, sending Crabb and his little squad across the river to follow a few miles, at least, the trail of the wagon and its captors, and ascertain, if possible, whither it had gone, he hurried back to Frayne; sent messengers by the Laramie road to speed the cavalry, and orders to the colonel to send two troops at once to rescue Hay and his niece; sent wires calling for a few reinforcements, and was off on the way to Beecher, guarded by a handful of sturdy "doughboys" in ambulances, before ever the body of the second victim was found.
"I suspect Conrad and his father will be disappointed," he said to himself. "The city man will have to look elsewhere for an investment." One day Andy had a pleasant surprise. Just in front of him on Broadway he saw a figure that looked familiar. The tall, bent form, and long white hair he recognized at once as belonging to Dr. Crabb, the principal of Penhurst Academy. He pressed forward. "Dr.
Then there had been confusion, trouble of some kind: One pony, pursued a short distance, had broken away; the others had gone pounding out southeastward up the slope and out over the uplands, then down again, in wide sweep, through the valley of the little rivulet and along the low bench southwest of the fort, crossing the Rock Springs road and striking, further on, diagonally, the Rawlins trail, where Crabb and his fellows had found it and followed.
"There might be, sir; but when the danger comes I shall be able to help him." "I am not much of a capitalist, Andy. I understand Latin and Greek better than I do investments, but if a loan of a few hundred dollars will help him I shall be willing to let him have it." "Thank you very much, Dr. Crabb, but my employer, Mr. Crawford, will give me all the help I need." "I am truly pleased to hear it.
Penhurst Academy was an endowed school. On account of the endowments, the annual rate to boarding scholars was very reasonable only three hundred dollars, including everything. The academy had a fine reputation, which it owed in large part to the high character and gifts of Dr. Crabb, who had been the principal for twenty-five years.
James Crabb, whose unaffected and earnest little book tells its own story, did much good in his own time and way among the poor Gipsies; and the fact that he is mentioned to the present day, by them, with respect and love, proves that missionaries are not useless, nor Gipsies ungrateful though it is almost the fashion with too many people to assume both positions as rules without exceptions.
Such a tribute is, indeed, welcome," said the usher, warmly. "It is quite sincere, Mr. Crabb, and I hope my good wishes may bring you the advantage which I have in view." "Thank you, Roscoe. I don't blame you for being disgusted with the management of the school. You have yourself suffered injustice."
It was not long before it regained its old patronage, for Mr. Crabb was not only a good scholar, but was fair and just to the pupils, ruling them rather by love than fear. He has married the daughter of a neighboring clergyman, who is a judicious helper and contributes to the success of the school. As for Jim Smith, the last heard of him was to this effect: He had strayed out to St.
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