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"I come under that agreement, don't I?" she asked, anxiously. "They told me that lone women without anybody to support 'em came under it." "Yes, you do, Miss Patch." "Oh, God bless you, God bless you, J'rome Edwards!" she cried, with a fervor strange upon a New England tongue. "Colonel Lamson is the one to have the thanks and the credit," Jerome repeated, pushing gently past her. His face was hot.
"I should think from his face that the man was defending himself in the dock," he whispered to Colonel Lamson. "I'll tell ye what I'll do, then," shouted Simon Basset, "if ye won't none of ye take me up. I'll be damned if I believe that any rich man on the face of this earth is capable of givin' away every dollar he's got, for the fear of the Lord or the love of his fellow-men.
I've just had word that that old mining stock I bought when I was in the service, and haven't thought worth more than a New England sheep farm, has been sold for sixty-five thousand dollars." The next week Colonel Lamson went to Boston, and took his friend John Jennings with him.
I have quite finished. Let us go back." They went down to the car and were soon speeding toward Keefe. Beside Lamson sat the imposing hatbox. Somehow it added to Geraldine's unhappiness, as if jeering at her for an effort to appear what she was not. She must talk. Her regal companion would suspect her wretchedness. "What are you going to make your curtains of, Mrs. Barry?" she asked.
Tossing off the soda, the stranger dried his lips with a blue-hemmed white handkerchief. "Is this the post-office?" he asked. "Yep," said Mr. Lamson, who was too penurious to waste words. "Anything here for me?" demanded the newcomer. "I'll see," said the postmaster, and from force of habit began looking through the pile of letters without asking the man's name. Mr.
If Father Lamson or Abby Folsom were borne by main force from an antislavery meeting, and the non-resistants pleaded that these protestants had as good right to speak as anybody, and that what was called their senseless babble was probably inspired wisdom, if people were only heavenly minded enough to understand it, it was but another sign of the impending anarchy.
A few days afterward Ben telephoned to have Lamson at the station at a certain hour, and he and Pete returned from their strange quest. Little he dreamed of the stir that telephone message caused in his home. All the way out to Keefe on the train he was planning interviews with his mother and wondering whether the seed he had dropped into her mind before leaving had borne fruit.
This pill, however, did not kill him, but it showed, as subsequent events proved, the murderous design of Dr. Lamson. On December 3 the boy, being still at school and in good health, was amusing himself with his schoolfellows when his brother-in-law, the prisoner, called. Percy was taken into the room to see him. "Well, Percy, old boy," said the doctor, "how fat you are looking!"
"I'd stake every cent I've got in the world on it," cried Squire Eben Merritt, striding ahead "every cent, sir!" "Well, there's no chance of his being put to the test," said Lamson. "Chance!" exclaimed the lawyer. "Good heavens! You might as well talk of his chance of inheriting the throne of the Caesars.
Eliphalet Means, John Jennings, and Colonel Lamson had overtaken him as he stood star-gazing. They were on their way to punch and cards at Squire Merritt's. Jerome felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into John Jennings's long, melancholy countenance, instead of the shining face of the star.
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