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Besides these lines of activity Gaylord wrote society items for the paper, and as he knew everyone and everything about them he was worth a stipend to the editor. He was considered a divine dancer by the buds, and counted as a cutey by widows. But his standing among creditors was: If he offered a check for the entire amount or a dollar on account, pass up the check!
The thing must be said and who would say it? Senator Whitredge was the hero. Mr. Thomas Gaylord has just entered the convention hall, and is said to be about to nominate a dark horse. The moment was favourable, the convention demoralized, and at least one hundred delegates had left the hall. The Honourable Hilary rose abruptly, closed the door to shut out the noise, and turned and looked Mr.
Tooting, who makes it a point from time to time to reconnoitre, saunters halfway down-stairs and surveys the crowded rotunda from the landing. Thomas Gaylord beside that of Mr. Redbrook and other rural figures; he takes note of a quiet corner with a ring of chairs surrounded by scouts and outposts, although it requires a trained eye such as Mr.
Tom hesitated and began to mop his forehead again. "Please don't mind me," Victoria pleaded. "Well, all right," said Tom, "I'll tell you the truth, or die for it. But I don't want to make you-unhappy." "You will do me a kindness, Mr. Gaylord," she said, "by telling me what you believe to be true." There was a note in her voice which young Tom did not understand.
She got to Chicago, and then to New York, and then to Europe, where she went up like lightning, and got a taste for it all; and now she's dying here like a rat in a hole, out of her own world, and she can't fall back into ours. We've grown apart, some way miles and miles apart and I'm afraid she's fearfully unhappy." "It's a very tragic story that you are telling me, Gaylord," said Everett.
Gaylord's niece is infatuated with him, without reciprocation, and Mrs. Gaylord wanted her, the niece, to stick to the grocer's son; she says there is more money in being advertised than advertising others. Wouldn't Prudence faint if she could hear this gossip? Don't tell her, and I wouldn't repeat it for the world.
Abortive lumps of flesh stuck on at careless intervals sufficed for ears, and his scrawny neck with its absurdly correct collar and wild necktie seemed like an old, old man's when he dresses for his golden-wedding anniversary. Everything about Gaylord seemed old, exhausted, quite ineffectual. His mother had never tired boasting that Gaylord had had mumps, measles, chicken pox, whooping cough, St.
Gaylord shrank back, and then slipped round behind her daughter and vanished. The girl took no notice of her mother, but went and sat down on her father's knee, throwing her arms round his neck, and dropping her haggard face on his shoulder. She had arrived at home a few hours earlier, having driven over from a station ten miles distant, on a road that did not pass near Equity.
They sat a long time silent, while the shadow of the cottage lengthened on the grass. "It wasn't worth it, Miss Gaylord," Haig said at length. "I I don't understand," she faltered. "Doctor Norris tells me that you saved my life." "I'm glad if he thinks I helped a little," she answered, trying to smile. "He left me no room for doubt. Very plain-spoken is Doctor Norris."
She looked into his face with eyes that seemed never to have wept or doubted. "Ah, dear Adriance, dear, dear!" she whispered. Everett went to call her brother, but when they came back the madness of art was over for Katharine. Two days later Everett was pacing the station siding, waiting for the west-bound train. Charley Gaylord walked beside him, but the two men had nothing to say to each other.
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