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Witherspoon gasped, in a sudden dismay, as he read the crushing news. The dispatch was simply signed "Alice," and the young men were speechless as Witherspoon falteringly read the words: "Ellensburg, Washington, July 5, 1897. Father lying dying at Pasco. Railroad accident. Join me there. I arrive six o'clock morning." "I have ordered all the Tacoma dispatches repeated to her," muttered Ferris.
They's some things I must say, but I'll rest ter-night, an' tell ye ter-morrer." Nancy looked the fear that she felt, and Mrs. Ferris hastened to reassure her. "Ye're safe here, Nancy," she said. "There ain't nobody here ter harm ye. Like 'nough Sue remembered ter tell ye 'bout yer Uncle Steve." Nancy nodded, and was about to speak when Mrs.
"She's a lady name o' Ferris." The legless man steeled his face to express nothing. "Ferris," he commented briefly. "Say," said the unshaven man, "what's all that about the devil falling out of heaven and fetching up in hell?" "Why?" "That's how she says I looks. And she wants to make a statue of him, just when he comes to and sits up, and looks up and sees how far he's fell.
But his god was lying helpless at his feet and making queer sounds of distress. The dog's place was here. The joy of battle must be foregone. Solicitously Chum leaned over Ferris and sought to lick the sufferer's face. As he did so his supersensitive nostrils were smitten by an odor which caused the collie to shrink back in visible disgust.
That thief will get what's coming to him, all right." While Hopalong tried to find his horse, Ben Ferris pushed forward, circling steadily to the east and away from the direction of Hoyt's corners, which was as much a menace to his health and happiness as the town of Grant, twenty miles to his rear.
His manner was adroit and plausible. Mrs. Ferris hesitated. The stranger's dress and bearing was that of a gentleman, and he could boast of his father's friendship with General Quintard. Any doubts she may have had she put aside. "Will you ride on with us to the Barony and meet my husband, Mr. ?" she paused. "Murrell Captain Murrell. Thank you; I should like to see the old place.
We intend to insure her among our friends in Dublin, and they, knowing her good qualities and your careful character, would be ready to underwrite her at a moderate premium considering the war risk." "That is what we wish, Mr Massey," said Mr Ferris.
"This is the end of all," sadly mused the lawyer, as he saw his immediate duty of repeating the news by telegraph to Detroit. "Whatever connection Ferris had with the secret designs of Worthington is now a sealed mystery forever; the hand of Death has turned the last page down."
I never could have dreamed of a priest's disbelieving; but now I can't dream of anything else. It seems to me that none of these priests or monks can believe anything. Their faces look false and sly and bad all of them!" "No, no, Miss Vervain," said Ferris, smiling at her despair, "you push matters a little beyond as a woman has a right to do, of course.
"But, doctor it's you're asking a good deal of us. I don't know that I personally " Three knocks sounded quietly on a door of the room. Dr. Ferris, breaking into a smile of relief, sprang to open it. In the rectangle appeared Lichtenstein; he was dripping wet from head to foot and carried in one hand a heavy blue automatic. "'Fraid you couldn't make it," exclaimed the surgeon.
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