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Updated: June 28, 2025
The girls stood in groups chatting; on the hearth rug; in the deep chairs a picture of youthful loveliness. "Will you look at Joy Cross!" Ruth Biddle said to Sue Hemphill. "What has got into her? She's been fixed up that way for several days; blue bow hair curled " The close proximity of Joy at that moment stopped the sentence.
"And I love her with all my heart!" "She ought never to have told you of that girlish fancy," said his hostess. "It was putting you in a very embarrassing position, and I am bound to say to you, Mr. Hemphill, that I also am very much to blame. Knowing all this, as I did, I should not have allowed you to meet her." "Oh, don't say that!" exclaimed Mr. Hemphill. "Don't say that!
"My very coming will give them pause. And now I want to see the girl." "What for?" asked Mrs. Easterfield. "I want to get acquainted with her. I don't know her yet, and I can't talk to her if I don't know her." "Are you going to talk to her about Hemphill?" "Yes, for one thing," he answered. "Well," said she, "you will have to be very circumspect. She is both alert, and sensitive."
Hemphill, whose watchful eyes were gloating over the scene, then with a beckoning look towards Joyce walked to the back door. Joyce instantly followed her, leaving her escort in low-toned talk with the undertaker. "I can't say a word before her," whispered Lucy with a backward jerk of her thumb, "she tattles so! Nate used to tell me not to. But about I I can't send no word. He killed my father?
Hemphill she went so quickly into the house that the Austrian was unable to join her, and he, therefore, went to his room to prepare for dinner. Dick Lancaster had also been waiting, although not watching. He had hoped that he might have a chance for a little talk with Olive.
Her mind reverted to the time, a day or two back, when Sue Hemphill had fastened a little enameled sprig of mint the pin of the Order on her dress with the remark: "This means that you are now pledged to our Order. Mint is our emblem. You'll get the roast at the initiation." She stood for a moment looking out the window, her thoughts on the event before her.
The night meeting was held in the hall of the House of Representatives, where Mrs. Catt, Mr. Richardson and the Hon. Robert R. Hemphill of South Carolina addressed a large and appreciative audience. The convention decided to employ a State lecturer and organizer.
I did not even know you when I met you, but Mrs. Easterfield told me about you, and now I remember everything, and I think it would have been inhuman if I had not told you of the part you used to play in my life. You have a right to know it." If Mr. Hemphill could have reddened any more he would have done so, but it was not possible.
Mr. Hemphill stared. "I do not remember such a child," said he. "She existed," said Olive. "I was that child." And then she told him how she had seen him come to her father's house. Mr. Hemphill remembered Lieutenant Asher, he remembered going to his house, but he did not remember seeing there a little girl.
"I should say not!" exclaimed Rupert Hemphill, his eyes fixed upon the person who had once been that girl in short dresses. "Well, then," said Olive, "there could have been nothing for her to complain of, no matter what she knew or what she did not know, and there is nothing he could complain of, no matter what he knew or did not know.
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