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Kettering followed silently. He was fully conscious that in some way he had blundered by his laughing reference to a "golden-haired lady of the footlights"; he felt instinctively that there was something wrong with this little girl and her marriage that she was not happy. He tried to remember what sort of a fellow Jimmy had been in the old days; but his memory of him was vague.
Perhaps he would never grow up into a man as Kettering and Sangster understood the word; but his very boyishness was what Christine had first loved in him. Perhaps he could have chosen no surer or swifter way to her forgiveness than this. . . . In a moment her arms were round his neck. She tried to draw his head down to her shoulder.
"I don't deserve it; but oh, Christine, do believe that there's never been anyone like you in my life; that I've never cared for anyone as I do for you all that that other " "I know I know," she was thinking remorsefully of the days when Kettering had seemed to come before Jimmy in her heart; of the days when she had been unhappy because he stayed away.
"Isn't it all beautiful!" Tillie breathed ecstatically. "I've got my certificate and the teacher won't be put out! What did Adam Oberholzer and Joseph Kettering say, Doc?" "I've got them fixed all right! Just you wait, Tillie!" he said mysteriously. "Mebbe us we ain't goin' to have the laugh on your pop and old Nathaniel Puntz! You'll see!
They walked some little way in silence. "You'll find it dull alone at Upton House," he said presently in a more friendly voice. "Yes." Gladys was humiliated to know how near she was to weeping; she would rather have died than let Kettering know how desolate she felt. "You don't care for motoring, do you?" he said suddenly. "Or I might come along and take you out sometimes." "I do, I love it."
"John Kettering," her clear, soft voice addressed the Amish president of the Board, adhering, in her use of his first name, to the mode of address of all the "plain" sects of the county, "have I your permission to speak to the Board?" "It wouldn't be no use." The president frowned and shook his head. "The wotes of this here Board can't be influenced. There's no use your wastin' any talk on us.
He remembered, too, he must come to some understanding with Cleo; he must give her an opportunity of joining him wherever he should be staying. And, of course, he must also write to thank Mr. and Mrs. Kettering for their hospitality. The afternoon passed by. He dined modestly at a sort of coffee-house at the back of the harbour and arranged for a bed-room there.
About mid-day Morgan Druce and Selina Mary Kettering were united in holy matrimony. She had given her true name for the occasion, but Morgan, intent on signing his own, scarcely noticed hers. She was Cleo to him, and Cleo she would remain.
Now, I've thought of going to stay a while with Susan Kettering; there's a letter from her, asking when I'll come." Mrs. Lansing was a lady of strict conventional views, and she showed some disapproval. "But you can hardly make visits yet!" "I don't see why I can't visit Susan. She's a relative, and it isn't as if she were entertaining a number of people.
But Fuller prevailed to keep the Society a little longer at Kettering, although he failed to secure as his assistant and successor the one man whose ability, experience, and prudence would have been equal to his own, and have prevented the troubles that followed Christopher Anderson.
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