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But half a mile or a little more over the heuchs stood the farm of Glenanmays, which, with two or three smaller holdings and his own farm of Cairn Ferris, constituted the whole landed estate of Adam Ferris.
For Chum had managed to get a firm hold on the shoulder of his master's coat twelve inches under water and had braced himself with all his wiry strength for a tug which should lift Ferris to the surface. This added leverage barely made Link's own struggle a success. The half-drowned man regained his footing. Floundering waist-deep in water, he clambered up the steeply shelving bank to shore.
He wasn't the man to 'give up' easy. He was 'dead square. There wasn't no woman in the case. I could tell stories of some of the other gentlemen. No! Clayton's been hit good an' hard!" The boy trembled as he spoke. Ferris laughed contemptuously. "Here, in New York!" The stubborn boy answered: "Look a-here! I'm only a poor working boy!
"Then you dinna want to marry this grand Prince?" said Kennedy, feigning astonishment; "how can a lass not want to have such a great title? There are thousands that would jump at it." "Well, I won't. I am not going to be a Princess, but just Patsy Ferris of Cairn Ferris. Oh, Mr. Kennedy, I wish you could help me."
Then he had crossed to the table and picked up the judging book and four ribbons one blue, one red, one yellow and one white. Three of these ribbons he handed to the three contestants' handlers. Then he stepped across the ring to where Ferris was edging his way toward the exit; and handed Link the remaining ribbon. It was dark blue, with gilt lettering.
Arthur Ferris, the dark "Pride of Columbia," as his college-mates fondly called him, now dreamed of nothing but Alice Worthington's golden hair and sapphire blue eyes, as the cable-car bore him swiftly downward to the office of Hatch & Ferris, at 105 Broad Street.
I will not betray myself. Arthur Ferris may, perhaps, unbosom himself!" As the lonely night hours advanced, Witherspoon sat in his room, vainly striving to reconcile the dozen theories of the flaring editions of the evening papers. There was not a single suggestion of foul play; not a word to point the direction of the supposed fugitive's evasion; not a clue from the baffled police.
Ferris had added a key-word, which no one would suspect meant "Imminent danger," and signed an alias known to Hugh Worthington alone. But to Randall Clayton his Judas words of brotherly cordiality were as frank and open as the unsuspecting nature of the defrauded man demanded.
How can you say such things, Henry? It was too simple not to be true." "Well, well. Perhaps so. But he baffles me. He always did, for that matter." Then came another pause, while Ferris lay back upon the gondola cushions, getting the level of the Lido just under his hat-brim. "Do you think he was very much of a skeptic, after all, Florida?" Mrs.
Ferris Don Ippolito likes what we do and so I've provided you with a chicken salad; and I'm going to ask you for a taste of it; I'm really hungry."
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