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Caukins' greeting a few minutes afterwards, "come in and rest yourself before supper. Luigi was here just now and I've sent Dulcie over with him to Aurora's to get the Colonel; I saw him go in there fifteen minutes ago, and he's no notion of time, not even meal-time, when he's talking business with her. I know it's business, because Mr. Emlie drove up with him; he's waiting for him to come out.
The words were scarcely out of her mouth before Mrs. Caukins, without heeding Aileen, was hurrying down the road. The little girl, wholly out of breath, threw herself down exhausted on the grass before the door. Aileen and Doosie ran out to her. "What is it, Dulcie can't you tell me?" said Aileen. Between quickened breaths the child told what she knew. "Luigi stopped to speak to Mr. Emlie and Mr.
He's getting on in years like the rest of us, and don't want so much responsibility." "Does Emlie know anything?" whispered the Colonel eagerly. "Nothing definite; they're going to talk it over to-day; but he had some idea about the disposition of the estate, I think, from what he said." The Colonel motioned with his lips: "Tell me." Mr.
The men did not look at one another, for each was feeling a certain degree of indignation, of humiliation and disappointment that one of their own, Champney Googe, should go back on Flamsted to the extent of allowing the "market" to place the great quarry interests, through non-payment of the workers, in jeopardy. "Has Romanzo heard direct from him to-day?" asked Emlie.
Emlie said something dreadful for Flamsted had happened and Luigi looked all of a sudden so queer and pale," she sat up, and in the excitement and importance of imparting such news forgot her over-exertion, "and Mr. Emlie said father was telling Mrs. Googe and he was afraid it would kill her and then father came to the door looking just like Luigi, all queer and pale, and Mr.
Torn between his duty and the demands of his heart, he compromised by starting a Poggi propaganda, that was carried on over his counter and behind the mixing-screen, with every customer whether for pills or soda water. Then, on the decisive day, he entered the booth and voted a straight Emlie ticket!! So much for the secret ballot. He shook the Colonel's hand right heartily.
Emlie looked grave on replying, after a pause in which the three were busy taking note of the constantly increasing crowd in front of the town hall: "I don't blame you, Colonel; there'll be the deuce to pay if the men don't get paid off by Monday noon.
"A moment more, Octavius," she said blandly, for she knew he was longing to rid her of his presence; "Mr. Emlie has been here this evening and drawn up the deeds conveying my north shore property to the New York syndicate. Mr.
The Colonel's cigar dropped from his shaking hand; his face was ashen. Emlie and Wiggins stared at each other as if they had taken leave of their senses. Joel Quimber leaned forward, his hands folded on the head of his cane, and spoke to Octavius who sat rigid on his chair: "What'd he say, Tave? Champ to home?" But Octavius Buzzby was beyond the power of speech.
They saw the Colonel on the outside of the crowd; saw him suddenly turn and make with all haste for the post-office; saw him reappear reading the paper. The two hurried across the street to him. "What's the matter?" Emlie demanded. The Colonel spoke no word. He held the sheet out to them and with shaking forefinger pointed to the headlines: BIG EMBEZZLEMENT BY FLAMSTED QUARRIES CO. OFFICIAL
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