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Updated: June 10, 2025
Who was Sir Matthew Holworthy, that his name is a household word on the lips of thousands of scholars, and will be centuries hence, as that of Walter de Merton, dead six hundred years ago, is to-day at Oxford?
A delicate nature, proud, but gentle, too sensitive to accept charity, and doubtful of a friendly service even, suffers more anguish in one hour, under such circumstances, than your brazen beggar feels from his dirty cradle to his nameless grave." Mr. Holworthy mused. "He has nothing to do, then?" "Nothing, but to suck his thumbs." "Is he willing to work, even if the task should appear irksome?"
Never once has a Christian preacher opened his lips in the valleys of Utah; and yet the surplice of a Christian priest would be a sight more portentous to the Mormon, on his own soil, than the bayonet of the Federal soldier. The next day, Monroe went with the artist to good Mr. Holworthy, and proposed to undertake the task of instructing a school.
In the' darkest recesses she found Holworthy, shut off from a view of the stage by a barrier of women's hats. "Your friend Mr. Ward," she began abruptly, in a whisper, "is the rudest, most ill-bred person I ever met. When I talked to him the other day I thought he was nice. He was nice, But he has behaved abominably like a boor like a sulky child. Has he no sense of humor?
"Have you really?" commented Lulu. "Dear me, you've torn your shirt again." "Yes," said Honey, puffing violently, "a nail. And we're going to have a tennis court at one side not a little squeezed-up affair like this but a big, fine one. We're going to lay out a golf course, too. That will be some job, Mrs. Holworthy D. Smith, and don't you forget it."
G. Holworthy, in 1818, took out a patent for a method of purifying it by causing the gas, in a highly-condensed state, to pass through iron retorts heated to a dark red. For this object and several others, having in view improvements upon the ordinary method, many other patents were procured. OIL gas now appeared in the field as a rival of COAL gas. In 1815, Mr.
"There'll be more think of it by an' by when it's too late," observed Susan succinctly, as she, too, rose from her chair. In due course Daniel Burton and his son Keith returned from the funeral of their kinswoman, Mrs. Nancy Holworthy.
"And I thought she was making it up!" exclaimed Holworthy. "We did laugh. You must see the fun of it yourself." Lest Sam should fail to do so he proceeded to elaborate. "You must see the fun in a man trying to make a date with Anita Flagg just as if she were nobody!" "I don't think," said Sam, "that was my idea." He waved his stick at a passing taxi. "I'm late," he said.
With the abrupt suddenness that sometimes makes the long-waited-for event a real shock, came the news of the death of the poor old woman whose frail hand had held the wealth that Susan had coveted for Daniel Burton and his son. The two men left the next morning on the four-hundred-mile journey that would take them to the town where Nancy Holworthy had lived.
One of the tea drinkers was little Hollis Holworthy, who prided himself on knowing who's who in New York. He had met Sam Ward at first nights and prize fights. He laughed scornfully. "Don't you believe it!" he interrupted. "That man who was talking to you was Sam Ward. He's the smartest newspaper man in New York; he was just leading you on.
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