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Crane's conduct, which ultimately terminated that promising young banker's career in finance with the trust company. "Where is the girl?" he asked at the end, sighing. "I must see her, I suppose, though it seems too late to do anything now." Pussy had sagely taken account of Mr.
"He's a tall, hateful, Black Republican Yankee!" she said. "Phee-ew!" whistled the Captain. "Any more epithets?" "He's a nasty Abolitionist!" "There you do him wrong, honey," the Colonel put in. "I hear he took Hester to Miss Crane's," the Captain continued, filling the room with his hearty laughter. "That boy has sand enough, Jinny; I'd like to know him."
"That's all right, then," said the farmer, in a tone of satisfaction; "Crane's a man that always pays his bills." "I hope I shall have the same reputation," said Herbert. "I hope you will, but you're only a boy, you know, and I couldn't collect of a minor. That's the law." "I shouldn't think anybody'd be dishonest enough to bring that as an excuse."
The hag retreated grumbling; and Losely, soon despatching his meal, placed his feet 'on the hobs, and began to meditate what course to adopt for a temporary subsistence. He had broken into the last pound left of the money which he had extracted from Mrs. Crane's purse some days before. He recoiled with terror from the thought of returning to town and placing himself at her mercy.
Crane lowered the girl's ideals of manhood and thus paved the way for her fall," she added gravely. Mr. Smith listened to the tale of Mr. Crane's futile attempt in rising astonishment and wrath. He was himself a married man with a family of growing daughters. He made a mental note of Mr.
He goaded Hill to incivilities by neat, shallow, and exceedingly effective personalities about the socialist leaders, until Hill hated Bernard Shaw's graceful egotisms, William Morris's limited editions and luxurious wall-papers, and Walter Crane's charmingly absurd ideal working men, about as much as he hated Wedderburn.
Soft and full the tones filled the room, and in Crane's vision there rose a home filled with happy work, with laughter and companionship, with playing children who turned their faces to their mother as do flowers to the light. Sensing the girl's dreams as the music filled his ears, he realized as never before in his busy, purposeful life how beautiful a home with the right woman could be.
If there were not something behind it all this contingency always attached itself to Crane's acts his employer had acted with fine, wise discrimination. Crane returned to New York, his mind working smoothly to the hum of the busy wheels beneath his coach. This degrading humiliation of his rival must certainly be turned to account.
It was so paradoxical that Allis's love for Mortimer seemed hopeless because of the latter's defeat, while his, Crane's love, was equally hopeless in his hour of victory. Farrell's voice drew him from this psychological muddle in tones that sounded harsh as the cawing of homing ravens at eventime. "Will it be a court case?" he queried. "What?" asked Crane, from his tangled elysium.
He has been in St. Louis five years, is now assistant manager of the largest dry goods house, and still lives in one of Miss Crane's four-dollar rooms. I think we may safely say that he will be a millionaire before I am a senator." He paused. "And mother?" "Yes, dear." He put his hands in his pockets and walked over to the window. "I think that it would be better if I did the same thing."
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