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Updated: June 25, 2025
It seemed hopeless to soften this hardened old man. I had thought of a dozen phrases wherewith to soap the ways, so to speak, down which might be launched my petition. I forgot them all, confronted by those malicious, sneering eyes, by the derisive, snarling grin. "Little Sissy Leadham is dying." "What d'you say?" "Little Sissy Leadham is dying."
But just as the evening rise was beginning he put up his rod and went home. Father Leadham had taken his departure. Augustina, Miss Fountain, and he were again alone in the house. He went into his study, and left the door open, while he busied himself with some writing. Presently Augustina put her head in.
She comes here in the curious position of having never lived in a Christian household before, and she seems already to have great difficulty in putting up with us." Father Leadham laughed, then looked reflective. "How often have I known that the best of all possible beginnings! Is she attached to her stepmother?" "Yes. But Mrs. Fountain has no influence over her."
With this object a passage was extracted even from the columns of the 'Evening Pulpit, which showed very great ingenuity on the part of some young man connected with the establishment of Messrs. Leadham and Loiter. Lady Carbury had suffered something in the struggle. What efforts can mortals make as to which there will not be some disappointment?
There was the work of six months; her very blood and brains, the concentrated essence of her mind, as she would say herself when talking with energy of her own performances; and Mr Leadham pitched it across to a clerk, apparently perhaps sixteen years of age, and the lad chucked the parcel unceremoniously under the counter.
On the following morning she herself took the manuscript to Messrs Leadham and Loiter, and was hurt again by the small amount of respect which seemed to be paid to the collected sheets.
And you do, you pore old Pap, so you must take it." Pap took the money in silence. George Leadham had turned aside, unable to speak. I stood behind the door, out of sight. Sissy stared anxiously at Pap. "Popsy said you wouldn't come, but I knew you would," she sighed. "Good-bye, you pore old Pap." She closed her eyes, but she held Pap's hand.
Mr Leadham, too, was no more than man, and had written a small cheque. It grieved his inner contemplative intelligence that such rubbish should be thrown upon him; but in his outside experience of life he knew that even the rubbish was valuable, and that he must pay for it in the manner to which he had unfortunately become accustomed.
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