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It seemed to her that Winnington hesitated was about to stop and address the intruder. But he finally passed him by with the slightest and coldest recognition. Lathrop's fair hair and slouching shoulders disappeared round a corner of the drive. Winnington hurried to the front door and entered. Lady Tonbridge resolutely threw herself into an arm-chair and took up a novel.
To his friend's great relief he did not wait for the sentence to be finished, nor did he ask embarrassing questions. Instead he said: "I wonder what's goin' to become of that child, Mary Lathrop's girl. Who do you suppose likely will take charge of her?" "I don't know. I've been wonderin' that myself, Zoeth." "Kind of a cute little thing, she was, too, as I recollect her.
Lathrop's name had not been mentioned since Lady Tonbridge's arrival, but she received the impression of a constant vigilance on Winnington's part, and a certain mystery and unhappiness on Delia's.
"White Plains, that's where Lathrop's folks live," exclaimed Harry. "That's where he first became associated with the Golden Eagle." "And turned out to be a good partner," added Frank. "A jim dandy," agreed Billy. "I tell you boys, I've got a good nose for news and if there isn't some sort of a story back of Mr. Luther Barr and Lathrop's letter I'll eat my hat without sauce."
She wrote several letters and, in spite of her uncles' protests, waited upon several customers. That evening, as she sat behind the counter thinking, a boy whom Captain Shadrach identified as Zenas Atkins' young-one rushed breathlessly into the store to announce between gasps that "Mary-'Gusta Lathrop's wanted on the phone.
There came a minute when Billy, turning to reload, found that before he could snatch up a handful of cartridges a huge Arab was on top of him. Lathrop's clubbed rifle struck the fellow helpless the next minute and sent his long, cruel knife with a ringing crash to the floor.
Lathrop's dearest friend they made a long halt while the latter appeared to be laying down some form of law with uncommon vigor and pointing its points off with her knitting, which she waved about in a manner unwontedly reckless. Mrs.
Just here a piercing scream was heard from across the way. "My " ejaculated Mrs. Lathrop. Susan sprang to her feet and ran to the door; as she opened it Eliza Emily was seen flying down the Clegg steps. "What is it?" screamed Miss Clegg from Mrs. Lathrop's steps. "Elijah dropped his pen," screamed Eliza Emily in reply, "an' when he reached for it he fell out o' bed an' tore loose."
"I suppose you are right, Elizabeth Dering, and I like you better for it, though, God bless my soul! to think of you and the little girls working for bread and butter, while I count my hundreds of thousands and lay up in ease and laziness. Why, it makes me feel as I never supposed I could feel over any sorrow or privation that might come to Daniel Lathrop's daughter.
In the New England town of Plymouth in November, 1729, a certain Thompson Phillips who was about to sail for Jamaica exchanged a half interest in his one-legged negro man for a similar share in Isaac Lathrop's negro boy who was to sail with Phillips and be sold on the voyage.
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