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As for the inventor's daughter, her joyous relief was now a hop and now a dance, anon a pine-caught hullabaloo, as she gleefully turned her back upon the Devil's Chair and nickum memories her face to the glowing sun of sisterhood. "Camp Fire sisters! Camp Fire sisters! Was ever such luck?" she cried. "Oh! come, let's find them let's join them."
"Certainly, Mr. Wilkeson, certainly. As for myself, it is forever dismissed from my mind; and I cannot blame myself sufficiently for having troubled you with it." Mr. Minford here proffered his hand, which Marcus cordially shook, rejoicing to observe no trace of suspicion in the inventor's clear gray eyes. "Allow me to retain this letter for the present," asked Marcus.
And now now to the inventor's daughter, the girl-mechanic, who had plugged so hard at her high school physics that she might understand her father's work, came a thought that was worse, worse even than the hiss of the imprisoned flood, tossing her like a cork: the engine might explode the sneezing, sobbing engine, with the steam condensing in its boilers wreck the car she was in she and Una! No!
And you ain't got me penned up in a house, neither. By jiminy crimps!" His anger boiled over, and, to the inventor's eyes, he began to look alarmingly alive. "By jiminy crimps!" repeated Seth, "I've been prayin' all these years to meet you somewheres alone, and now I've a good mind to to " His big fist closed. Bennie D. stepped backward out of reach. "Bascom " he cried, "don't "
It seems only right, however, to emphasize the fact that his animosity and unscrupulous self-seeking constituted the greatest cross which Morse was called upon to bear, even to the end of his life, and that many of the aspersions which have been cast upon the inventor's fame and good name, before and after his death, can be traced to the fertile brain of this same F.O.J. Smith.
I've got the most extraordinary thing to read to you that you have ever listened to in the whole course of your life. How well you look, and what a fine color you have, and you too, Harry. You are in luck, my boy. I'd like to stay a month with Temple myself." "Make it a year, Richard," cried St. George, resting his hand affectionately on the inventor's shoulder.
Damon was a retired gentleman of wealth, his "business" was more or less of a joke among his friends. So then, a few days after the departure of Mr. Peterson, Tom and Ned sat in the former's office, discussing the young inventor's latest scheme. "How big is the biggest gun ever made, Tom?" asked his chum. "I mean in feet, in inches, or in muzzle diameter, however they are measured."
I think I have not yet mentioned the fact that the inventor's control over the electrical generator carried in the car was so perfect that by varying the potential or changing the polarity he could cause it slowly or swiftly, as might be desired, to approach or recede from any object.
Then he discusses the inventor's and artist's "fixed idea," their "will that it shall be so," "the motor tendency of images engendering the ideal."
"Any other sane person makes the same guess," Mr. Massey replied. The inventor's face grew sad. He had dreamed of John Massey's response, a dream built on sand, as perhaps he should have known. But hope eternal sprang in his heart, and the belief that every man wished the best for his brother. The silence continued. To break it Mr. Massey turned to David.
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