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Ellen was dutifully following. She could not always brave her aunt. Mr. Huntley, however, gave Ellen a touch as she was passing him, drew her back, and closed the door upon his sister. "Ellen, I have been obliged to take Mr. Hamish into favour again." Ellen's cheeks became glowing. She tried to find an answer, but none came. "I find Hamish had nothing to do with the loss of the bank-note."
In the surprise of being so addressed, in the confusion around her, Mrs. Channing positively did not for a moment recognize it; all she saw was, that it was a home face. "Mr. Huntley!" she exclaimed, when she had gathered her senses; and, in the rush of pleasure of meeting him, of not feeling utterly alone in that strange land, she put both her hands into his.
One of our maids was going to be married, and a dispute, or some unpleasantness occurred between her and the intended husband. My niece, Miss Ellen Huntley, lowering herself to write a a I can scarcely allow my tongue to utter the word, Mr. Hamish a love-letter!" Miss Huntley lifted her eyes, and her mittens.
"Do not mention it again in the presence of my husband," she said: "talking of it can only bring it before his mind with more vivid force. Constance and Mr. Yorke have parted." Had Mrs. Channing told him the cathedral had parted, Mr. Huntley could not have felt more surprise. "Parted!" he ejaculated. "From what cause?" "It occurred through this dreadful affair of Arthur's.
A big bowl of apples and oranges stood in the centre; tin boxes from Huntley and Palmer, a couple of large iced cakes, raisins, nuts, and a dish of candied fruits ended the solids. There was also a tray of coffee cups and a huge silver coffee pot bearing the college arms, flanked by a porcelain jug of hot milk.
"Not before Christmas, certainly." "Really! how disappointing! I am very sorry!" There is not a particle of sorrow in face or tone: only the counterfeit grief of an utterly indifferent acquaintance. My heart feels a little lightened. "And have you no better luck, either?" I say, more cheerfully. "Is there no talk of your of Mr. Huntley coming back?"
They must mean Huntley." "I don't know who they mean," said Arthur, "but I am sure Huntley never did it. He is too open, too honourable " "And do you pretend to say that Tom Channing and my brother Ger are not honourable?" fiercely interrupted Roland Yorke. "There you go, Yorke; jumping to conclusions!
Huntley. "But indeed it is. Greater news even than that. We have found Charley, Mr. Huntley." Mr. Huntley sprang from the chair he was taking. "Found Charley! Have you really? Where has he Hamish, I see by your countenance that the tidings are good. He must be alive." "He is alive and well. At least, well, comparatively speaking.
Hamish was disappointed, I think; he fancied he was going to meet Ellen Huntley; and glum enough he looked " "He had only just heard of the loss," interrupted Arthur. "Enough to make him look glum." "Rubbish! It wasn't that. He announced at once that the money was gone for good and all, and laughed over it, and said there were worse disasters at sea.
Post were given to Maine for two weeks' and to New York for six weeks' campaign work. Money also was sent to the Maine campaign. The State convention was held at Portsmouth, November 8, 9, with addresses by Mrs. Park, Mrs. Post, Mrs. Wood, Congressman Burroughs and Huntley L. Spaulding of Rochester, Government Food Administrator.
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