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Updated: June 21, 2025
Such a man as William Haverford, the Engineer of Maintenance of Way, and Henry C. Litlebrown, the Division Engineer of this immense road, struck him as men who must have stuck close to a sense of duty and the conventions of the life they represented, working hard all the time, to have attained the positions they had.
Well, the story is," she went on, with a certain unction, "that she has driven Chris to enlisting in the Foreign Legion, or something. Anyhow, he sailed from Halifax last week." Natalie straightened in her chair. "Are you certain?" "It's town talk, my dear. Doctor Haverford spoke to Clayton about it some days ago. He rather gathered Clayton already knew."
It was my privilege to visit Haverford in 1838, in "the day of small beginnings." The promise of usefulness which it then gave has been more than fulfilled. It has grown to be a great and well-established institution, and its influence in thorough education and moral training has been widely felt.
And Doctor Haverford had followed her uneasily, behind some palms. She was a thin little woman with a maddening habit of drawing her tight veil down even closer by a contortion of her lower jaw, so that the rector found himself watching her chin rather than her eyes.
Wallie felt chagrined when he reflected that although he was a graduate of Haverford College and was bringing all his intelligence to bear upon it he was still unable to do what any hired man with an inch of forehead could accomplish with no apparent effort. Perhaps there was some trick about it perhaps it did make a difference which side a cow was milked on.
So it was that Audrey came back to him, and to him alone. She asked no questions. She only lay quite still on her white pillows, and looked at him. Even when he knelt beside her and drew her toward him, she said nothing, but she lifted her uninjured hand and softly caressed his bent head. Clayton never knew whether Mrs. Haverford had come back and seen that or not.
John Lewis Hoffman, also of Haverford and a student of Yale, was killed with young Ryerson. The two were hurrying to Philadelphia to escort a fellow-student to his train. In turning out of the road to pass a cart the motor car crashed into a pole in front of the entrance to the estate of Mrs. B. Frank Clyde. The college men were picked up unconscious and died in the Bryn Mawr Hospital.
"Terrible house, the Haydens. Just one step from the Saturday night carouse in Clay's mill district." When Graham came back, Mrs. Haverford put her hand on his arm. "I wish you would come to see us, Graham. Delight so often speaks of you." Graham stiffened almost imperceptibly. "Thanks, I will." But his tone was distant. "You know she comes out this winter." "Really?" "And you were great friends.
A cablegram announcing the death plunged the Ryerson family into mourning and they boarded the first steamship for this country. The children who accompanied them were Miss Susan P. Ryerson, Miss Emily B. Ryerson and John Ryerson. The latter is 12 years old. They did not know their son intended to spend the Easter holidays at their home at Haverford, Pa. until they were informed of his death.
And the vicious circle closed in about him, Natalie and Marion and Anna Klein. And to offset them, only Delight Haverford, at evening prayer in Saint Luke's, and voicing a tiny petition for him, that he might walk straight, that he might find peace, even if that peace should be war. Herman Klein, watch between forefinger and thumb, climbed heavily to Anna's room.
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