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This toast, recalling at once the patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of France, excited universal enthusiasm; glasses were elevated in the air a l'Anglais, and the ladies, snatching their bouquets from their fair bosoms, strewed the table with their floral treasures. In a word, an almost poetical fervor prevailed.
"When Hinkey entered Yale, there were two corking end rushes in college, Crosby and Josh Hartwell. After about two weeks of practice, there was no longer a question as to whether Hinkey was going to make the team. It was a question of which one of the old players was going to lose his job. They called him 'consumptive Hinkey."
You need fear no further interference from anyone." He walked on, and, glad to be released, Beulah hastened to her own room, with a strange feeling of joy on entering it again. Harriet welcomed her warmly, and, without alluding to her absence, assisted in braiding the heavy masses of hair, which required arranging. Half an hour after, Dr. Hartwell knocked at the door, and conducted her downstairs.
He was very pale, and his eyes burned fiercely, yet his tone was calm and subdued. Mrs. Chilton bit her lips and withdrew. Dr. Hartwell walked up and down the room for a while, now and then looking sadly at the young stranger. She sat just as he had placed her, with her hands over her face. Kindly he bent down, and whispered: "Will you trust me, Beulah?"
Talleyrand, the minister of Napoleon, the glittering weathercock in politics, had already experienced a change in disposition, in consequence of the shifting political wind, and when Countess Ducayla, provided with secret instructions for Talleyrand from Louis XVIII., entered his cabinet and said in a loud voice, "I come from Hartwell, I have seen the king, and he has instructed me " he interrupted her in loud and angry tones, exclaiming: "Are you mad, madame?
"Into the canoe with you, you loitering braves!" called Big Chief Prescott firmly. Away went the Gridley war canoe, gliding smoothly. "Our craft is the 'Pathfinder'," called Hartwell, across the water. "What do you call your boat?" "The 'Scalp-hunter'," smiled Dick. As a matter of fact he and his friends had forgotten to name the canoe, but he supplied the name on the spur of the moment.
"That's fair enough," Dick answered. "You're doing some better than you did this morning," Hartwell went on. "You've almost got our stroke." "Almost?" repeated young Prescott, raising his eyebrows. "Haven't we improved a good deal on your Preston High School action?" Bob Hartwell began to laugh. "You fellows from Gridley are always world beaters, aren't you?" he demanded good-humoredly.
The little table, with its marble sleeper; then a dim recollection of having been carried to a friendly shelter. Was it only yesterday evening, and had she slept? The utter prostration which prevented her raising her head, and the emaciated appearance of her hands, told her "no." Too feeble even to think, she moaned audibly. Dr. Hartwell turned and looked at her.
"At any time after ten o'clock," smiled Mrs. Bentley graciously. "We shall be very much disappointed if you leave us at present." There was a clatter of dishes and spoons. Mrs. Bentley and Mrs. Meade presided over this part of the camp feast. "We needn't ask you Gridley fellows if you've been having a good time," declared Hartwell presently.
If I blundered then, I'm sorry; and perhaps I did blunder. At all events, that is only the more reason now why I am so anxious to do what I can to rectify that old mistake, and plead William's suit." To Mrs. Hartwell's blank amazement, Billy laughed outright. "'William's suit'!" she quoted merrily. "Why, Mrs. Hartwell, there isn't any 'suit' to it. Uncle William doesn't want me to marry him!"
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