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Chance had taken him into the vicinity of Miss MacDowlas's establishment, and as he walked down the deserted road in a somewhat gloomy frame of mind, he became conscious suddenly of the sound of small, light feet, running rapidly down the footpath behind him. "Griffith!" cried a clear, softly pitched voice, "Griffith, wait for me."
There is a legend about to the effect that one day the managing editor, who is Scotch and without a sense of humor, ordered that Blackie should henceforth be addressed by his surname of Griffith, as being a more dignified appellation for the use of fellow reporters, hangers-on, copy kids, office boys and others about the big building.
One subject of thankfulness runs through these recollections namely, that nothing broke the tie of strong affection between us three brothers. Griffith might figure as the 'vary parfite knight, the St.
Such doubts were very transient. Dear old Griff was too delightful, too bright and too brave, too ardent and too affectionate, not to dispel all clouds by the sunshine he carried about with him. If rest and reliance came with Clarence, zest and animation came with Griffith.
"I say it, sir," returned the lieutenant, when the momentary surprise had passed away. "Can you vouch for it?" "I can." "Name a house, or an individual, that is thus protected?" Griffith gazed at the man who thus forgot himself in the midst of a consultation like the present, and yielding to his native pride, hesitated to reply.
Meanwhile Llewelyn busied himself with erecting a new stronghold on the upper Severn, which was a menace alike to the royal castle of Montgomery and to his own vassal, Griffith ap Gwenwynwyn, the tributary lord of Powys. Yet the regents were content to remonstrate, and to urge on all parties the need of strict adherence to the terms of the treaty.
Wait a minute till I phone to a drug-store." He shuffled out through a side doorway that led into his private office. While he was telephoning, Lord James heard low moans from the bedroom. He clenched his hands, but he did not go in to his friend until Griffith returned and crossed to the inner door. "Come in, Mr. Scarbridge," he said.
"No doubt," returned Manual with a grim smile; "and yet methinks I could find present pleasure in shooting seven of them yes, just seven, which is one more than they have struck off my roster." "Remember your own wounded," added Griffith; "they suffer for want of aid, while you protract a useless defence."
Lane Griffith stood by his manager and stoutly declared the players should play the positions to which they had been assigned or not at all. And he was entering into a hot argument with Tom Lindsay when the Bogg's Farm team arrogantly put in an appearance. The way that team from the country walked out upon the field made a great difference. The spirit of Madden's Hill roused to battle.
During the moment of inaction that succeeded this sudden exertion, the breeze, which had brought up the three-decker, fell fresher on the sails of the frigate, and she started away from her dangerous enemy with a very perceptible advantage in point of sailing. "The fog rises!" cried Griffith; "give us but the wind for an hour, and we shall run her out of gunshot!"
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