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Then he said good-bye to Hempstead, telling him to wait for him there, and an armed sloop commanded by Captain Pond probably Charles Pond, of Milford, a fellow officer in Hale's regiment carried him over to Huntington on Long Island. Hempstead waited, but Captain Hale never returned. The next news his friends received was the news of his capture and execution as a spy in the British camp.
Walter Huntington Blake perceived, besides the hair like dripping honey, deep blue eyes the blue not of a turquoise but of a sapphire and an oval face a little too narrow in the jaw, so that the chin pointed a delicate Gothic arch. He noted a good forehead, which inclined him to the belief that she "did" something some subtle addition which he could not formulate confirmed that observation.
As Madame Le Grange sat down by the wicker center table and composed her features to professional calm, she was thinking: "If he's a new sitter, I'll have to stall. There's nothing as hard to bite into as a young man dope." The expected knock came. Entered the new sitter him whom we know as Dr. Walter Huntington Blake, but a stranger to Rosalie. During the formal preliminaries in which Dr.
But then, Edna had never lived in Huntington, not even before she began to find books like "Sapho" and "Mademoiselle de Maupin," secretly sold in paper covers throughout Illinois. It was as if she had come into Huntington, into the Bowers family, on one of the trains that puffed over the marshes behind their back fence all day long, and was waiting for another train to take her out.
Do you think she will be willing to live elsewhere?" "Who do you think it is, sir!" "Mrs. Lancaster, isn't it?" "Why, no; it is Lois Huntington. I am engaged to her. She has promised to marry me." "To her! to Lois Huntington my little girl!" The old gentleman rose to his feet, his face alight with absolute joy. "That is something like it! Where is she? When is it to be?
Larkin demanded, in a drawling tone, but with an anxious eye for the galloping figure now in plain view. "We'll give Haig a chance to bid eh, men?" Smith shot an angry but uneasy look at the leader. Huntington saw it, and guessed that there was more than weariness and greed in the willingness of Smith and Raley to combine against Larkin.
I led him on and he told me about his father's baseball record. I dropped a remark about his being "successful in business as well as in athletics" and wound up by introducing myself and asking to be introduced to his father. It was a rather dangerous venture, for the older Huntington was apt to remember my name, in which case my efforts might bring me nothing but a rebuff.
Huntington, to say nothing of her daughter, saw something more than mere honest admiration in the enthusiastic girl's remarks about the young commander, and the mother shrewdly determined to question her upon the theme, and to weigh well her answers. "Captain Ratlin is very friendly to you, I suppose, Maud?" said Mrs. Huntington.
There were delightful dinners at his house, where the wit of the Stoddards shone, and Taylor beamed with joyous good-fellowship and overflowed with invention; and Huntington, long Paris correspondent of the Tribune, humorously tried to talk himself into the resolution of spending the rest of his life in his own country.
It eventually became the property of the late Daniel Huntington, who loaned it to the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, where it now hangs. I find no more letters of special interest of the year 1822, but Mr. Prime has this to record: "In the winter of 1822, notwithstanding the great expenses to which Mr.
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