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Her father was a music-teacher, whose failing health had obliged him to give up his profession, and who had taken the traveling agency of a parlor organ manufactory for the sake of the out-door life. His business had brought him to South Bradfield, where he sold an organ to Deacon Latham's church, and fell in love with his younger daughter.
I queried, in amazement. "You surely aren't going to invite them? Do you know any of them?" "Well, not intimately, but Mrs. Ponsonby has been to the house for eggs, and Mrs. Latham's horse dropped a shoe last week and father set it, and the Vanderveer boy's pony ran away into our front yard the other day, so I don't feel as if they were strangers and to be left out. Oh, Mrs.
"You have the chance, if you want it, Miss Macklin," he said. There was a long minute of utter silence following Tunis Latham's last words. Then the girl's whisper, tense, yet shaking like a frightened child's: "You do not know what you are saying." "I know exactly what I am saying," he replied. "They they would not have me." "They will welcome you gladly." "Never! I am a stranger.
The man had a small account in the Farmers and Merchants Bank, for, like most of his nation, "Yon Yonson," as his wife had called him, was a frugal man. "He came into the bank and I inquired about the girl who visited his wife and who broke Mrs. Latham's cutglass dish," said Mr. Day. "Johnson says he knows little about the girl not even where she lives, or really who she is.
The same folks was sayin' that he's a grass widower, anyway, and I shouldn't think her folks would put up with that, fixed as they be, yet they do say," and here her voice dropped mysteriously, "that Mrs. Latham's a kind of grass widder herself, for her husband hasn't turned up in all the year she's been here, and nobody's so much as seen his name to a check." At this point Mrs.
If she gets crazy in the night, they ought to be able to hold her." A faint smile flickered for a moment about Tunis Latham's stern lips. "I don't guess she will act up so very bad with strangers." "I swan! We was strangers enough to her, it would seem," exclaimed Cap'n Ira. "But she seems to consider that you ought not to be," Tunis pointed out.
As Orion tried to scramble up, the skipper of the Seamew made another pass at him with the oar, and the fellow fell again. "Don't hit me! Don't hit me again, Tunis! Remember I'm your cousin. I I haven't done a thing true an' honest, I haven't!" The listeners gathered closer. Tunis Latham's face displayed such rage that the Portygees expected him to continue his attack with the oar.
On the Thursday, one of the chief events was Latham's 43 miles accomplished in 1 hour 2 minutes in the morning and his 96.5 miles in 2 hours 13 minutes in the afternoon, the latter flight only terminated by running out of petrol.
Latham's face went deathly white from sheer excitement, the German's violently red from the same emotion, and the others there was amazement, admiration, awe in them. Mr. Czenki's countenance was again impassive. "If you will all be seated again, please?" requested Mr. Wynne, who still stood, cool and self-certain, at the end of the table.
As our troops came within range of the enemy's artillery, they suffered very severely, as the ground in front had been surveyed and was staked off with target posts for artillery practice. Latham's battery had been placed just by one of the targets, and was shelled with such skill by the enemy that all his horses had been killed.
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