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Jarvis, and might very well look in upon her for half an hour, after which we shall be in very good season for Mrs. Houston's ball." "Surely, Eve, you would not wish to take Sir George Templemore to such a house as that of Mrs. Jarvis!" "I do not wish to take Sir George Templemore any where, for your Hajjis have opinions of their own on such subjects.
Houston's surprise was unbounded, but remembering how he had won Leslie's love, there was little he could say. "I thought you once said you never had a home of your own," he remarked in considerable perplexity.
Then, when they have obtained all the information and proof they need, they will telegraph Mr. Houston's uncle, Mr. Cameron, I think was his name, and he and the English expert will come out together, unexpectedly to the company, and I think they said they would prosecute the officers of the company for fraud."
Going over to Houston's desk, he glanced hastily over the books, gave some instructions, and saying that he wished to see him later, went out to join Morgan. "Morgan, how did you get that eye?" he asked again. "Oh, Houston and I had a little set-to the other day, and he hit me pretty hard, that's all." "What was it about?" demanded Mr. Blaisdell.
Jack rose to meet his guests, and his quick ear detected the vibration of a new emotion in Houston's voice, and as they exchanged greetings, there was something in the clasp of their hands that night that thrilled the heart of each one as never before. At heart, Jack was glad of the presence of Morton Rutherford.
He went on with the reading: "'By this time, the mill had gotten to be a sort of mania with me, and I almost had myself believing that Houston had promised me more than he had given me. Then, a woman came out here, an Agnes Jierdon, a stenographer, on her vacation. I met her and learned that she was from Boston." A slight pressure exerted itself on Houston's arm.
After Miss Gladden and Lyle had gone up-stairs, they sat for some time talking over the events of the last few days, and anticipating the coming of Rutherford and his brother on the morrow. Many were Miss Gladden's surmises regarding the stranger, and Lyle then learned for the first time that he was an intimate friend of Houston's.
Could it be this abortion that had climbed to be an advocate, and now lived in the birthplace of Flora and the home of John's tenderest memories? The chill that had first seized upon him when he heard of Houston's absence deepened and struck inward.
The grim humor of it brought a smile, in spite of the lead in Houston's heart. "What is there to do?" "What?" Ba'tiste gulped his food, rose and waved a hand with a sudden flash of emphasis. "Peuff! And there is ever'thin'. You have a mill." "Such as it is." "But eet is a mill. And eet can saw timber enough to keep the wolf from the door. You have yourself. Your arm, he is near' well.
Houston caught her as she was falling, and a moment later the little group outside were startled by his sudden appearance. "Leslie," he said, in quick, low tones, "you and Morton come to my room. Lyle has fainted." "What is the trouble, Everard?" asked Ned, springing to his feet. "Anything serious?" "I think not," was Houston's reply. "Her fainting was the result of over-excitement.
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