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"Ordinarily, young man, the latchstring of my home is out and the boys and the girls are welcome here to make merry in a sociable way." Mr. Harnden was distinctly patronizing, with an air that put Frank into the intruding-urchin class.
Mr. Harnden kept on with his patrol. "Confound it. I've got to get into towns where there's more dirt if I'm going to sell any more nursery stock!" "Oh, is that it? But I happened to go up in the attic and I found your sample books thrown behind a trunk, and I was afraid " "Afraid of what?" he demanded, with childish temper. "Afraid you were giving up what seems to be a sure thing.
Right then the young man was in a mood that would have prompted him to fling the truth and his defiance at Britt if the latter had kept on to the logical conclusion of his interrogation and had asked whether there was a sweetheart elsewhere; Vaniman had the feeling that by denying his love at that moment to that man of all others he would be dealing insult to Vona Harnden, as well as taking from her the protection that his affection gave her.
Harnden sliced the air with a hand that sought to sever further conference. "Absolutely impossible, young man." "Vona's prospects must not be ruined by anybody's selfishness," stated Mrs. Harnden. In his eagerness, encouraged by this parental backing, Mr. Britt did not employ a happy metaphor. "It has been my rule, in the case of bitter medicine, to take it quick and have the agony over with."
We shall get along better. I'm not in any position to dictate in our home " "Well, I should say not!" exploded the master. "But I have worked and turned in my money to help support it, and I have my personal rights here." Mr. Harnden had more success in arranging the expression he assumed then; he looked hurt; he had been very successful with that expression in the past.
"A good cry and all at peace, eh? and a new view of things in the morning?" purred the optimist in the way of query. "She didn't cry," reported the mother, with a disconsolateness that did not agree with the cheering words of the reports. "Oh, very well," remarked Mr. Harnden, optimism unspecked. "That shows she is taking a common-sense view and is using her head. What says she?"
Harnden. She beamed on Britt. "I wonder why the dear girl is coming home so early." The caller's face lighted up with the effect of an arc lamp going into action. But when the sitting-room door opened and Vona escorted Vaniman in ahead of her, Britt's illuminated expression instantly became the red glare of rage instead of the white light of hope. He leaped to his feet.
Some days the usurer-suitor wanted to cuff the optimist; some days he felt that he would go crazy unless Harnden could extend some hope, suggest some way of changing the girl's attitude. All the time Mr. Harnden was very cheerful and extremely busy; his nag kicked up the dust along all the roads.
Grant led the lamenting womenfolk into the house. Mr. Harnden did not really extricate his nose; Grant twisted so violently that he broke his own grip, and his victim laced the whip under the horse's belly and escaped. Within ten minutes Selectman Grant was whipping his own horse in a direction opposite to that which Harnden had taken. Mr. Grant was hot after law.
E. O. Smith, San Jose, Mrs. Annie K. Bidwell, Chico; corresponding secretary, Miss Carrie Whelan, Oakland; recording secretary, Mrs. Dorothy Harnden; treasurer, Miss Schlingheyde, both of San Francisco; auditors, Mrs. A. K. Spero and Mrs. Keith. A visit in 1901 from Mrs. Carrie Chapman Catt, president of the National American Suffrage Association, greatly encouraged the clubs.
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