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Updated: June 3, 2025
And Jeanette Barclay as a young woman often looks at the scrap-book with its crinkly leaves and reads this item from the Daily Banner: "The angels visited our prosperous city again last Thursday, June 12, and left a little one named Jeanette at the home of our honoured townsman, John Barclay. Mother and child progressing nicely."
The young ladies had again taken their seats beside the workstand, while their aunt, Miss Jeanette Peyton, withdrew to superintend the preparations necessary to appease the hunger of their unexpected visitor. A short silence prevailed, during which Mr. Harper was apparently enjoying the change in his situation, when Mr.
"You mean the dreams and the scared feeling, once in a while, that I can't swallow. That's nothing. I know now why I was so frightened in my sleep the other night. I told Fred, and he said it was the peach sundae on top of the crazy old movie we saw that evening. Why, Jeanette Peopping had to take a rest cure the year before she was married. Girls are always more nervous than fellows.
Dear little girl, the youngest of the group, she was ever ready to say a kind word for an absent playmate. "She looked just the same," said Mollie. "If she said she was to live next to the big schoolhouse, that is just miles from here," Jeanette said, "so she wouldn't be likely to come over here very often."
As Neal Ward came back to John Barclay from the telephone, the young man's face was burning with joy. "Who was it?" asked Barclay. The youth smiled bashfully as he said, "Well, it was Jeanette she was calling up another number and I cut in." "What did she say?" asked her father. "Oh, nothing in particular," replied Neal.
"Now, General, will you let me do a little of this talking?" asked Barclay, impatiently. "As I was saying, Jeanette and Neal are sensible, and money isn't going to make fools of them. When the time comes and I'm gone, they'll take the divine responsibility " "The divine tommyrot!" cried the general; "the divine fiddlesticks! Why should they?
And then a rustle of skirts is heard on the stairway and Miss Jeanette enters with: "Why, Neal, you are an early bird this evening were you afraid the worm would escape? Well, it won't; it's right here on the piano."
"Tell me not that I hate the bowl, Hate is a feeble word." "No Jeanette, I did not write them, but I have felt all the writer has so nervously expressed. In my own sorrow-darkened home, and over my poor father's grave, I learned to hate liquor in any form with all the intensity of my nature." "Well, it was a good thing you were not at Mrs.
Lloyd had a nervous breakdown a few months ago we all knew it was nothing but money worry but yesterday his wife said to me in all good faith that he was too unselfish, he was wearing himself out. She was trying to persuade him to put Mabel in school and go abroad for a good rest." Mrs. Burgoyne laughed. "That's like Jeanette Carew showing me her birthday present," Barry went on with a grin.
Jeanette, who had kept a constant watch, ran along ahead of her and without a word showed her the door of the room where Count Albert lay dying. The Doctor stopped her. "Very gently," he said. But Albert had felt the presence of his dearly loved. He raised himself a little, holding out his great arms to the young girl. "Come to me, my love, do not be afraid.
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