Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 7, 2025
Think of having a house of your own to come to, instead of having to put up at the Hanaford hotel!" Mrs. Westmore's attention was arrested by the first part of the reply. "Doing over? Why in the world should I do it over? No one could expect me to come here now could they, Mr. Tredegar?" she exclaimed, transferring her appeal to the fourth member of the party. Mr.
"Tomorrow," he said, drawing her toward him; and their lips met again, but not in the same kiss. JUNE again at Hanaford and Cicely's birthday. The anniversary was to coincide, this year, with the opening of the old house at Hopewood, as a kind of pleasure-palace gymnasium, concert-hall and museum for the recreation of the mill-hands.
Her husband was there already, with Halford Gaines and a group of Hanaford dignitaries, and just below them sat Mrs. Gaines and her daughters, the Harry Dressels, and Amherst's radiant mother. As Justine passed between them, she wondered how much they knew of the events which had wrought so profound and permanent change in her life.
And in the following March Amherst was suddenly called from Hanaford by the news that the little girl herself was ill. Serious complications had developed from a protracted case of scarlet fever, and for two weeks the child's fate was uncertain. Then she began to recover, and in the joy of seeing life come back to her, Mr.
It may buy off the jealous gods." A faint shrinking from some importunate suggestion seemed to press her closer to him. "Then you feel they are jealous?" she breathed, in a half-laugh. "I pity them if they're not!" "Yes," she agreed, rallying to his tone. "I only had a fancy that they might overlook such a dull place as Hanaford." Amherst drew her to him.
She was looking at her handiwork and allowing she could have done it better, when she felt a touch on her shoulder, and looked up into the stern young face, the narrow blond mustache, of the ranger from Indianapolis. The ranger was in the Engineers of the A. E. F. When Maw saw him she was frightened, she didn't know why. "Madam," said the ranger, "are you Margaret D. Hanaford?"
From the moment of turning her back on Westmore, and establishing herself in the pretty little house at Hanaford which her son's wife had placed at her disposal, Mrs.
Still unobservant of external details, he was beginning to feel a vague well-being of the eye wherever her touch had passed. "Well, we must do it," he said simply. "Oh, must we?" she murmured, holding out his cup. He smiled at her note of dejection. "Unnatural woman! New York versus Hanaford do you really dislike it so much?" She tried to bring a tone of consent into her voice.
Amherst felt a momentary chill, but the naturalness of the exclamation disarmed him, and the words called up thrilling memories of his own college days, when he had ridden his grandfather's horses in the famous hunting valley not a hundred miles from Hanaford. Bessy met his smile with a glow of understanding. "You like riding too, I'm sure?" "I used to; but I haven't been in the saddle for years.
Let us live to live forever so shall we never fear death; let our warm human love be the prophet of a union for greater benefits; and let us have faith in the love that lives in human bosoms still: "Lives to renovate our earth From the bondage of its birth, And the long arrears of ill." Address by the Rev. Phebe A. Hanaford, Vice-President of the Woman's Press Club of New York City
Word Of The Day
Others Looking