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"And, gracious! I hope mother has saved some supper for me." "It'll be a cold hand-out for me," groaned Hazelton. The Grammar School boys were soon on Main Street now. They hurried along, as they had not yet come to the point of parting. "Look at that crowd down the street," called Dave. "There's some excitement in the wind." "I'm not nosey," observed Tom.
"Well, we don't expect to be working in the baggage department of our profession forever," protested Harry Hazelton, with so much warmth that Dave Darrin chuckled. Tom and Harry had decided that civil or railroad engineering, or both, perhaps, combined with some bridge building, offered them their best chances of pleasant employment in life. Mr.
He had reserved the bitterest drop for the last, and coming close to her he said: "And who think you the woman is this Genevra, Wilford's and your divorced wife? You were too proud to acknowledge an apothecary's daughter! See if you like better a dressmaker, a nurse to Katy's baby, Marian Hazelton!" He whispered the last name, and with a shriek the lady fainted. Mr.
To this plan Katy listened more willingly from the fact that Wilford had gone West, and the greater the distance between them the more she dared to do. And so Marian Hazelton was one day startled at the sudden appearance at the cottage of Katy, who had come to take her and baby to Silverton.
Nor do the laws of hospitality weigh with us, for you have chosen to bully and threaten us under your own roof. I will therefore be frank enough to tell you that we regard you as a mere rogue. Am I right, Harry?" "Wholly right," nodded Hazelton. "Don Luis, I cannot see that you are one whit more honest, or in any sense more of a gentleman, than any of the outlawed bandits who roam these mountains.
Harry Hazelton picked up the revolver. Quickly opening it, he drew out the cartridges. "Mr. Bell!" called Harry, and the foreman of that name hastened to him. "Take this thing back to the office and break it up with a hammer," directed young Hazelton, as he passed the revolver to the foreman. The latter sped away on his errand. "Let Duff go, Mr. Hawkins," directed Tom. "I'm not afraid of him.
"Come on, Harry!" called Tom at last. "We'd rake out the crucibles. My, but I hope the buttons are going to be worth weighing." A withering blast of hot air reached the young engineers as the oven door of the portable assay furnace was thrown open. The crucibles were raked out and set in the air to cool. "Would fanning the crucibles with my hat do any good?" asked Hazelton eagerly.
"It's no more than fair to us," insisted Dan. "On the whole," Dick continued, "I don't believe it would be fair to the other fellows." "You big tease!" blurted Harry Hazelton indignantly. "No; I don't mean to tease you," Dick rejoined, his eyes twinkling. "But I believe in playing fair in life. Don't you, fellows?" "What has this to do with being fair?" demanded Tom.
"Gentlemen," remarked Tom Reade solemnly, "I have the honor to make a motion to the effect that Messrs. Darrin, Holmes and Dalzell be appointed a committee of three to take Dick Prescott away and drown him in the nearest sizable body of water!" "Carried!" proclaimed Hazelton. Instead, however, all hands fell to work putting up the tent and preparing for supper.
Lawrence Hall, which hotel had just been erected, and was the fashionable resort of those people from Montreal and Quebec who could manage to exchange the heated atmosphere of these cities for the more bracing air of Canada's popular watering place. Mr. Hazelton was unable to leave Montreal, and Mrs.
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