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He courted his neighbours assiduously, sending presents from his garden, stopping to have protracted conversations with men whom he had known but slightly before. Every man whose name was on the voters' list began to have a new significance for him. There was one man whom he feared that was Evans, editor of the Conservative paper. Mr. Ducker had lived in and around Millford for some time.
"McSorley will never be dead while this little fellow lives," Mr. Ducker laughed merrily, rubbing his hands. The czar looked up and saw his father. Perhaps he understood what had been said, and saw the hurt in his father's face and longed to heal him of it; perhaps the time had come when he should forever break the goo-goo bonds that had lain upon his speech.
It seemed long this morning to wait for the butcher, but the only way to be sure of a ride was to be on the spot. Sometimes there were delays in getting away from home. Getting on a coat was one; finding a hat was the worst of all. Since Bugsey got the nail in his foot and could not go out the hat question was easier. The hat was still hard to find, but not impossible. Wilford Ducker came along.
It belonged to Mary McSorley, the eldest of the McSorley family, who had brought over to Mrs. Ducker the extra two quarts of milk which Mrs. Ducker had ordered for the occasion. Mary sat on the back step until Mrs. Ducker should find time to empty her pitcher. Mary was strictly an outsider. Mary's father was a Reformer. He ran the opposition paper to dear Mr. Evans.
Mind you, he did not wear braces yet, only a waist with white buttons on it, and him seven! Patsey's manner was cold. "You goin' fer butcher-ride?" Wilford asked. "Yep," Patsey answered with very little warmth. "Say, Pat, lemme go," Wilford coaxed. "Nope," Patsey replied, indifferently. "Aw, do, Pat, won't cher?" Mrs. Ducker had been very particular about Wilford's enunciation.
Pearl drew a step nearer, moving the carriage up and down rapidly to appease the wrath of the czar, who was expressing his disapproval in a very lumpy cry. "I'm just 'tendin', you know, about him bein' the czar," she said confidentially. "You see, I mind him every day, and that's the way I play. Maudie Ducker said one day I never had no time to play cos we wuz so pore, and that started me.
She then felt well enough to rise, and after refreshment betook herself by cab to the offices of Messrs Ducker, Blunt & Co., manufacturers of disinfectants, where she conversed with one of the partners, and learnt that her husband had telegraphed his intention to be absent for a day or two.
The whole place is vibrant with the intense zest the young feel in life, and with the whole-hearted powers of enjoyment of boyhood. A school-song set to a captivating waltz-lilt record the charms of Ducker. One verse of it, "Oh! the effervescing tingle, How it rushes in the veins! Till the water seems to mingle With the pulses and the brains,"
A. G. Oberg, Professor of Chemical Engineering. Professor W. L. Ducker, Head of the Petroleum Engineering Department. Dr. George, Professor of Physics. This is their story: On the evening of August 25 the four men were sitting in Dr. Robinson's back yard. They were discussing micrometeorites and drinking tea. They jokingly stressed this point.
So had Evans, and Evans had a most treacherous memory. You could not depend on him to forget anything! When Evans was friendly with him, Mr. Ducker's hopes ran high, but when he caught Evans looking at him with that boyish smile of his twinkling in his eyes, the vision of chaperoning an Elk party to St. Paul became very shadowy indeed. Mr. Ducker tried diplomacy.
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