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He, too, after piling on more wood, which, being green, did not blaze up, sat down, and in a short time Gilbert saw him stretch himself at his length, a loud snore announcing that he, also, had gone to sleep. Gilbert had been gradually getting his head closer and closer to Fenton's arms; he now in eager haste began to gnaw away at the leathern thongs which bound them.
I was driving up St. James Street, and caught a glimpse of him on the steps of Fenton's Hotel. At first sight I could not credit my eyes. I had to look again to see whether it were a wraith or a mortal man. Such a pallid shadow of his former self. You used to think him rather handsome, Gwen you should see him now!
Perched above, with wings outspread, was Mr. Richard Fenton's last gift to the evergreen cabin, the stuffed figure of an American eagle. A splendid specimen, one instinctively looked up toward it on entering the room. Over it were the words, "The Girl Scouts of the Eagle's Wing in Beechwood Forest." A table drawn up near the couch was filled with flowers, books, magazines and small articles.
It was fortunate for Fenton's plans that most of his guests had early engagements that evening, and by nine o'clock he was able to leave the house with Rangely to take his way to the meeting of the Club. As they came out of the house, Thayer Kent was just saying good-by to Miss Mott after putting her into her carriage.
But there is more than one way of being an artist, and of the art of simple, lovely, human living Margery Holiday was past mistress. "Doesn't sound much like 'Lazy Larry' these days, does it?" she commented, giving the letters back to her husband. "I know you are proud of Doctor Fenton's letter, Phil. You ought to be. It is more than a little due to you that Larry is what he is."
The remark of Fenton's which had given offence to Stanton had been made at the club in comment upon a photograph of the model which somebody was showing. "The only capitol thing about it," Fenton had said, "is the headgear." The remark was severe rather than witty, and it was its severity which had given it wings to bear it to the sculptor's ears. "I don't like Mr.
She lent me a cayuse to ride over to Fenton's ranch, and the trail there leads close by the head of the gully." Mattawa looked up at Gordon with a grin. "If you want to do some drilling, you can start right now," he remarked. "Guess Nasmyth doesn't know he has a back on him."
He assiduously practised the two-step in the back room of the post-office when the other clerk was out for lunch; he tried elaborate and ornate bows upon Aunt Melvy, who considered even the mildest "reel chune" a direct communication from the devil. The moment the post-office closed he hastened to Dr. Fenton's, where Annette was taking him through a course of private lessons. Dr.
There were plenty of men to speak now; men who thought Fenton's position absurd; men who believed in upholding the dignity of the Executive Committee; men, more revolutionary, who were always pleased to see the existing order of things attacked; men who wanted explanations, and men who offered them; men who rose to points of order, and men who proposed amendments; with the inevitable men who are always in a state of oratorical effervescence and who speak upon every occasion, quite without reference to having anything to say.
Now when Helen laid her hand upon her friend's arm it marked an earnestness which showed how much she felt what she was about to say. "I want you to give me something that Will gave you the other day." Fenton's first feeling was one of annoyance, but this was quickly replaced by a desire to fathom the motives which prompted her request. "How did you know of it?" he asked.
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