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At least, it would be glorious to him, for he intended spending the day, and several days, at his own home in South Denboro. Abbie Baker had made him promise to do it, and he had agreed. He would not leave Caroline, of course; she was going with him. Steve would be there, though he would not come until Thanksgiving Day itself.
He heard the light keeper laugh sardonically. "Ho, ho, ho," chuckled Hallett. "You're a slick article, ain't you, Raish? Why, you wooden-headed swab, did you cal'late you was the only one that had heard about the directors' meetin' over to the Denboro Trust Company yesterday?
And, as usual in them cases, the feller that ordered it didn't know what was comin' to him. "Stingy Gabe was that feller. His Sunday name was Gabriel Atkinson Holway, and his dad used to peddle fish from Orham to Denboro and back. The old man was christened Gabriel, likewise.
Misters and Captains were common enough, but Esquires no. It was a Denboro custom, when one received a mysterious letter, to get the fullest enjoyment out of the mystery before solving it. I had known Dorinda Rogers to guess, surmise and speculate for ten minutes before opening a patent medicine circular.
The Denboro Trust Company has the Eagle Company's twelve hundred shares I don't know how it got 'em; a long snarled-up tangle of loans, and security for loans, and I don't know what and the rest of us have got ours. All that's back of those shares all that the Development Company owns is that Skoonic Creek property and that is goin' to be worth a lot some day maybe.
And even Lute was working now, under compulsion. Ordinarily the sight of all this industry would not have affected me. I had seen it all before, or something like it. The six years I had spent in Denboro, the six everlasting, idle, monotonous years, had had their effect.
Mr. Davis telephoned that Yes, what is it?" There had been a knock at the door. It opened and the butler appeared. "A telegram for Mr. Colton, Miss Mabel," he said. "Give it to me. Tell the man to wait, Johnson. It is from Mr. Davis," she exclaimed, turning to me. "I am sure it is. Yes. See!" She handed me the yellow telegram. I read the following aloud: "James W. Colton, "Denboro, Mass.
'I I'm afraid I'm goin' to have one of my attacks. I must get to a doctor quick. "'Doctor! I sings out. 'Great land of love! there ain't a doctor nigher than Denboro, and that's four mile astern. "'Never mind, cries the Bassett woman. 'We must go there, then. Turn around, Jonadab! Turn around at once! Mr. Bradbury
A lightning stroke so near and sharp that I fancied I could hear the hiss was accompanied by a savage thunder-clap. Then came the roar of wind in the trees by the roadside and down came the rain. I put up my umbrella and began to run. We have few "tempests" in Denboro, those we do have are almost worthy of the name.
The furniture, the paintings, and bric-a-brac were of the very best, chosen with care, here and abroad. "Oh, dear!" sighed the girl. "I do hope Mr. Graves will be well enough to call to-day. He expected to. Except for the telephone message telling us that that man at Denboro " "Our dear Uncle Elisha," put in Stephen, with sarcasm. "Uncle ''Lish! Heavens! what a name!" "Hush!
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