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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?
For instance, Holworthy is leaving for the Congo to find a cure for the sleeping sickness, and for himself any sickness from which one is warranted never to wake up. This is his condition because the beautiful million-heiress who is wintering at the Alexander Young Hotel in Honolulu has refused to answer his letters, cables, and appeals.
"But are you sure? You know sometimes when folks expect the money they don't get it. It's been willed away to some one else." "Yes, I know. But't won't be here," spoke Susan with decision. "Mis' Holworthy couldn't if she'd wanted to. It's all foreordained an' fixed beforehand. Daniel Burton was to get jest the annual while she lived, an' then the whole in a plump sum when she died.
Burton hain't got any. He's already spent more'n he's got part of next year's annual, I mean. Some day he'll have more a whole lot more when Mis' Holworthy, his third cousin, dies. 'Twas her husband that gave him the annual, you understand, an' when she dies it'll come to him in a plump sum.
So when one of them laughs at him he can't understand it. That's the trouble. I could see that when I was telling him." "Telling him!" repeated Miss Flagg "Telling him what?" "About what a funny story you made of it," explained Holworthy. "About his having the nerve to ask you to feed the monkeys and to lunch with him." Miss Flagg interrupted with a gasping intake of her breath.
Her eyes, wild and incredulous, were staring straight into the startled eyes of the woman opposite. "Do you know? Since that yeller telegram came last night tellin' us Nancy Holworthy was dead, I hain't even once thought of the war." "Well, I guess you would think of it if you had my John right before you all the time." With a bitter sigh Mrs. McGuire had relaxed in her chair.
So I buy apples and oranges from the imploring-looking girls; it's the easiest way of getting rid of them. The little change don't amount to much in a day, and I save my nerves and my digestion at a cheap rate." Mr. Holworthy smiled at Easelmann's notion of his own hard-heartedness, and said, hesitatingly, "I am afraid that some professedly charitable persons don't do so much."
"There's that Senior who is so devoted to you Will Leslie. He has such nice, large, mild eyes." "They're a little bit too large and too mild like a cow's," said Phil cruelly. "What do you say about George Parker?" "There's nothing to say about him except that he always looks as if he had just been starched and ironed." "Marr Holworthy then. You can't find a fault with him."
There was the Fairyland of the yard, too, softly aglow with moving throngs of beautiful women and gallant men. But what Billy remembered best of all was the exquisite harmony that came to her through the hushed night air when the Glee Club sang Fair Harvard on the steps of Holworthy Hall. It was on the Sunday following Class Day that Mrs.
"Oh!" she said softly. "So-so you told him that, did you? And what else did you tell him?" "Only what you told us that he said 'the day could not begin too soon'; that he said he wouldn't let you be a manicure and wash the hands of men who weren't fit to wash the streets you walked on." There was a pause. "Did I tell you he said that?" breathed Anita Flagg. "You know you did," said Holworthy.
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