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"But even if he were in the city I suppose Lavinia would do all in her power to keep us apart." "I have no doubt she would, Mrs. Forbush. Though she is your cousin, I dislike her very much." "I suppose the boy with whom you were talking was her son Alonzo?" "Yes; he is about the most disagreeable boy I ever met.
If I had watched the mail I might have seen numerous little billets coming daily from Bentonville, addressed in a neat round hand to "Mr. Dan Forbush." But I didn't, I kept right on in my mad career, and one day when my courage was high I offered my hand and my heart to Miss Ross. She refused and told me that while she was honored by my proposal, she had been engaged to Mr.
"So that is your new situation, Phil?" said Julia. "Yes, and it is a good one." "And he really feels kindly to me?" said Mrs. Forbush hopefully. "He sends you this and will call to-morrow," said Phil. "Actions speak louder than words. There are a hundred dollars in this roll of bills." "He sent all this to me?" she said. "Yes, and of his own accord. It was no suggestion of mine.
Had they been more forbearing he would still be an inmate of their house instead of going over to the camp of their enemies, for so they regarded Mrs. Forbush and Phil. "I hate that woman, Mr. Pitkin!" said his wife fiercely. "I scorn such underhanded work. How she has sneaked into the good graces of poor, deluded Uncle Oliver!"
Carter selected the second floor for his own use; a good-sized room on the third was assigned to Philip, and Mrs. Forbush was told to select such rooms for Julia and herself as she desired. "This is much finer than Mrs. Pitkin's house," said Philip. "Yes, it is." "She will be jealous when she hears of it." "No doubt. That is precisely what I desire.
I don't wish them to meet him." "All right! I ain't a fool. You can trust me, ma." Soon the Pitkin carriage was as the door, and Mrs. Pitkin and Alonzo entered it, and were driven to the shabby house so recently occupied by Mrs. Forbush. "It's a low place!" said Alonzo contemptuously, as he regarded disdainfully the small dwelling. "Yes; but I suppose it is as good as she can afford to live in.
"I cannot afford to pay a high price." "And I should not think of asking a high price for such plain accommodations as I can offer," said Mrs. Forbush. "What sort of a room do you desire?" "A small room will answer." "I have a hall-bedroom at the head of the stairs. Will you go up and look at it?" "I should like to do so." Mrs. Forbush led the way up a narrow staircase, and Philip followed her.
Forbush is your niece," said Phil, a hope rising in his heart that he might be able to do his kind landlady a good turn. "Did she tell you that?" "No, sir; that is, I was ignorant of it until I met her just as I was going away from Mrs. Pitkin's." "Did she call there, too to see me?" asked the old gentleman. "Yes, sir; but she got a very cold reception. Mrs.
"You'll make a mistake if you give the house up. However, that is your affair." The landlord left the house, and Mrs. Forbush sat down depressed. "Julia," she said to her daughter, "I wish you were old enough to advise me. I dislike to move, but I don't dare to engage to pay such a rent. Fifty dollars a month will amount to " "Six hundred dollars a year!" said Julia, who was good at figures.
What the shot-barrel can not kill, the rifle will. It is not a gun that any sportsman would own, save as a curiosity, or for target use. The State Ornithologist of Massachusetts, Mr. E.H. Forbush, informs me that already the "Sunday gun" has become a scourge to the bird life of that state.
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