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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Good night, Etienne and to you Miss Zelie!" said Farr, curtly, walking off toward the entrance of Rose Alley. He did not ask the old man to go with him. He was drawn in two directions by his emotions and stopped after he had taken a few steps. This seemed like espionage in a matter which was none of his concern.
The wayfarer opened his mouth and closed it suddenly on a half-spoken and indignant refusal of this honor. He pursed his lips and his thick brows drew together in a frown. Then, as if in spite of himself, he began to smile. "I will be no burden to thee," pleaded the home-made knight. "I have had my armor for a long time and have practised walking in it." "But why the tin suit?" expostulated Farr.
Farr broke out with a remark which seemed to have no bearing on what Citizen Drew was saying. "He comes out at nine o'clock, eh?" "Who?" "The Honorable Archer Converse. Leaves that clubhouse then, does he?" "Regular to the tick of the clock." "Citizen Drew, hold your club in session until half past nine or a little later.
There is another remarkable circumstance which seems to support Dr. Stark's conclusion, namely, that widows and widowers in France suffer in comparison with the married a very heavy rate of mortality; but Dr. Farr attributes this to the poverty and evil habits consequent on the disruption of the family, and to grief. On the whole we may conclude with Dr.
"You understand what you came butting in upon, don't you?" "I took it to be a rehearsal of a melodrama, crudely conceived and very poorly played." "Say, you use pretty big words for a low-lived iceman." "State your business with me if you have any," Farr reminded him. "I have something else to do besides swap talk with a drunken man and your breath is very offensive."
Therefore, Farr, a stranger in that land, seeking knowledge with which to arm his resolve, went and sat with Citizen Drew and learned many things. Sometimes loquacity carried Citizen Drew a bit afield from the highway of politics, and when he touched on the case of Captain Andrew Kilgour Farr's heart thumped and his eyes glistened.
Colonel Dodd rolled his head to and fro on the back of his chair, shutting his eyes in vain attempt to find somebody to whom to appeal for help. He started a furtive hand in the direction of the battery of buttons. "Keep your hands in your lap," commanded Farr. "I say that what I have here in this package is worse than dynamite."
We need a man in the Big Chair of State who will stand with the people in this crusade!" This amazing declaration in open convention produced as much consternation on the platform as if Farr had dropped a bomb there.
"Well, Citizen Drew," asked the young man, "what is on your mind this evening?" "Since I have known you and studied you I have been thinking that you have the spirit of knight-errantry in you," stated Citizen Drew. Farr laughed boyishly. "Two very nice old ladies have just got ahead of you with that accusation, my friend." "Laugh if you feel like it.
"But what else can I expect? Come on, Humility, and give me a soft word or two. I was hoping I'd never see her again." "Youse take those two front numbers ten and twelve Mrs. Kilgour and Mr. Knowles," advised his helper. "Package-entrance is around behind." Farr toiled up the stairs, carrying one ice cube on his shoulder, with another swinging from tongs.
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