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The Fairbanks scales in great variety, both of size and purpose, and of a finish and an accuracy which have become proverbial; the Howe scales; the Goodyear boot- and shoe-machinery; Stow's flexible shaft; Lechner's coal-mining engine; Allen & Roeder's riveting-machine; and Delamater's punches and shears, are a few more of the representative machines.
In one way he is gay; he is very pleasant; not stiff or grum, like Mr. Hardenburgh; and he is amusing too, in a quiet way, but he is amusing; he is so cool and so quick. O no, he's not gay in the way you mean. I guess he's good." "Do you like him?" Mrs. Bartlett asked. "Yes," said Diana, thinking of the night of Eliza Delamater's accident. "He is very queer."
"There's been an accident Jim Delamater's waggon we found it overturned in the road; and here's Eliza, she hasn't spoke since. Have you got no more help?" "Where's Jim?" asked Mrs. Starling, coming herself from the lean-to. "Staid with his team; about all he was up to. Now then, can we get her in? Where's Josiah?" But no more masculine help could be mustered than what was already on hand.
Like the Huguenots, of South Carolina, they were Calvinist, or puritans of the French school. They became allied by marriage to the Rogardus family of New York, and others partook of the blood of Anneke Jans, whose name has become famous in the New York courts. The investigation of this connexion and heirship, occupied the last years of Prof. Delamater's life.
The twenty months that I spent in Cleveland were chiefly devoted to the study of medicine in the English language; and in this I was assisted by most noble-hearted men. Dr. Delamater's office became a pleasant spot, and its occupants a necessity to me; and, on the days that I did not meet them, my spirits fell below zero.
Gee! it was fierce!" "Did she see you?" "Scarcely. I don't mind being alone with Allie" Delamater's teeth shone in a smile, then, seeing his reflection in a convenient mirror, he studied it with complacent favor. He tried the smile again, and, getting it to his better satisfaction, concluded "don't mind it a bit, but a bosky dell with a mad woman is my idea of no place to be." "Allie?"
They had become well acquainted by now and were on a basis of easy familiarity, nevertheless it came as a shock to Allie to be called by her first name-such a shock that she missed a step and trod on Delamater's foot. They came to a pause. The dancing master was tall and slim, his face was on a level with hers, and now he smiled into it, saying, "My mistake, my dear." "I reckon it was."
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