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Articles of a treaty made and concluded at Buffalo Creek, in the State of New York, the fifteenth day of January, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight, by Ransom H. Gillett, a commissioner on the part of the United States, and the chiefs, head men and warriors of the several tribes of the New York Indians, assembled in council; witnesseth;
Gillett did not at once answer; he looked at John Steele; the latter stood like a statue; only his eyes were turned toward the nobleman, to the thin aristocratic hand yet resting on the edge of the drawer. "If your lordship will glance at it?" said Mr. Gillett, proffering the sheet. The nobleman did so; his face changed; his eyes seemed unable to leave the paper.
From the child's hand the gold disk fell and rolled under the wooden slab that served as a couch in the cell. "Jocelyn!" The expostulating tones of the governor's wife preceded the approach of the party. "What are you doing, child, so near the bars?" "Good heavens!" Mr. Gillett seized the girl's arm and abruptly drew her away. "My dear little lady!" he said.
"It is understood then. Let me hear from you from time to time," and the nobleman went out. Mr. Gillett looked after him, then, reflectively, at the closed door. Outside the sound of shuffling feet alone broke the stillness; before the book-stand the bibliomaniac buried his face deeper in the musty pages of an old tragedy.
"And you, the question of your own innocence to her?" Forsythe looked at him narrowly, smiled slightly to himself. "Is inconsequential! The main point is the 'Frisco Pet is dead. Gillett won't speak; you won't; Lord Ronsdale can't. Another to whom I am about to tell the story, will, I am sure, be equally silent." "Another?
"By all means, m'deah, let's go down between decks and have a look at them." "Of course, if you wish, Sir Charles, although Do you think we shall be edified, Mr. Gillett?" "That depends, m'lady," and the speaker, a man with official manners and ferret-like eyes, shifted from one foot to another, "on what degree, or particular class of criminal your ladyship would be interested in," he added.
The child with the golden hair desisted in her occupation of watching the flying-fish and other real-winged creatures, and, leaving the rail, walked toward the group that was about to follow Mr. Gillett. She was a very beautiful girl of ten or eleven; slim, delicately fashioned, of a definite proud type.
Only, I'll hold you accountable, and bear this in your mind, no tracts!" "I don't think," replied Mr. Gillett with some asperity, "you need be apprehensive on that score, Captain Macpherson. Sir Charles and m'lady are not that sort." "Well, keep them away from the bars.
An odd expression shone from the visitor's eyes. "Which reminds me he has left town," added Gillett. "Left town!" Lord Ronsdale wheeled abruptly. "You mean " "For a little trip to the continent I should imagine; heard of it because he got some unimportant court matter put over." "Gone away!" The nobleman, his back to the other, lifted a hand to his brow. "When?" "Last night."
Handy organized the Commercial Branch of the State Bank of Ohio, with a capital of one hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars, and took position in it as cashier, the president being William A. Otis, and the directors, additional to Messrs. Otis and Handy, being John M. Woolsey, N. C. Winslow, and Jonathan Gillett. Mr.
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