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Who won the latest bun fight?" smiled Wade by way of making conversation. "Have you persuaded your father ?" "Indeed I have not," interrupted Cristy with an exaggerated pout. She looked directly at Ben Wade and frowned, as if the subject were one about which she would rather not be teased even by an old family friend of long and intimate standing. "It is too mean for anything! If, as Mr.
"That's it, sir; I'm talking of Cristy. When her back's up, there isn't her equal in England for strong language. All I can tell you is, I've given him notice to quit. A clear loss of money to me every week, and Cristy's responsible for it. Yes, sir! I've been worked up to it by my girl.
He had talked about having tried to do his duty and wanted his nephew to believe it no matter what happened. But, as Cristy had pointed out, new brooms had time to become worn and inefficient in twelve years of use. His uncle had been talking in the past tense! He had tried to do what he thought was his duty at first, when he swept into politics, inspired by the victory over the Rives crowd.
His fleshless face would have looked like the face of a mummy, but for the restless brightness of his little watchful black eyes. He stared at me in momentary perplexity, and, suddenly recovering himself, asked me to walk in. "Are you the young master, sir? Ah, yes, yes; I thought so. My girl Cristy said she saw the young master last night.
"There's your melodrama for you, Mr. Kendrick," Cristy could not resist interpolating, "closed cab and all." They left the city and drove for most of the night along country roads.
Cristy Lawson's gift was a complete set of beautiful dishes and a bolt or two of dress goods and curtain material; there was a brand new, latest model repeating rifle from Phil and a gold watch, monogramed; McCorquodale sent a case of assorted tobaccos and a fine hunting-knife in a leather sheath, while from Jimmy Stiles came a big box of groceries.
Instead, she asked for Thorlakson and cried out in dismay to learn that he was not there that he had taken the handcar and had gone off with the two Norwegians to visit Bilodeau, the foreman on the section below. Cristy poured out her story, at least as much of it as she thought would convey the urgency of the situation; but it was rather difficult to make the woman grasp it, Mrs.
On the top of this hill was a basin-like depression which made a natural rampart for defensive purposes and Phil had remarked as much on the day that he and Cristy Lawson had climbed to it.
"That suspicion does you no credit, Mr. Kendrick," said Cristy in quick resentment. "Jimmy hasn't absconded. He's been abducted!" "You have a ready imagination," smiled Phil. "I know Nickleby," she retorted. Kendrick shook his head. "Abduction brings to mind closed cabs and chloroform. Do they pull off stunts like that nowadays in Toronto? It sounds too melodramatic, Miss Lawson."
He was entirely unconscious that he was quoting Blatch Ferguson. Impulsively Cristy held out her hand, her eyes glowing. "I am glad to hear you say that," she said softly. "Somehow, I felt that you would take it that way." "There is one thing I cannot force myself to believe," he asserted confidently, "and that is that Uncle Milt would have any dealings with this man, Rives.
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