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Linyard out of the room by promising further reinforcements. The Professor had indignantly rejected Harviss's suggestion that he should follow up his success by a second volume on the same lines. He had sworn not to lend more than a passive support to the fraud of "The Vital Thing"; but the temptation to free himself from Mrs.
My eddication ain't none of the best, and my hand's more used to a marline spike than it is to a pen." "Willingly. What do you want to advertise?" "I want to put a notice in for my brother-in-law. I'll give you all the particulars." "Very well. Have you pen, ink and paper?" "Yes; Betty, will you bring 'em?" Mrs. Linyard nodded.
Professor Linyard would not have changed places with any hero of romance pledged to a flesh-and-blood abduction.
A basin of clean water stood on a stand at the foot of the bed, and after a plunge into this, he dressed, combed his hair, and went below. Of course the restaurant was already comfortably filled, and as a matter of fact, had been for over an hour. "Hello, my hearty! on deck I see," called out Doc Linyard. "I hope you slept well in your strange bunk." "First rate," was Richard's reply.
"We may lose that money, all through him," sighed Mrs. Linyard. "It would be a shame," put in Richard. "Your husband has told me of the matter. I wish I could help you." The sailor laughed good-naturedly. His disposition was too easy to worry much over the situation. "Reckon as how you'll have your hands full on your own account, finding work and all that," he returned. "I suppose I will.
Linyard was not an exacting wife, and she took enough pride in her husband's attainments to pay for her honours by turning Millicent's dresses and darning Jack's socks, and going to the College receptions year after year in the same black silk with shiny seams.
"Oh, no, I was wide awake enough," said the Professor faintly. "Well, then, why are you staring at me as if I were not?" Harviss leaned forward to lay a reassuring hand on his visitor's worn coat-sleeve. "Don't mistake me, my dear Linyard. Don't fancy there was the least unkindness in my allusion to your change of front. What is growth but the shifting of the stand-point?
"He isn't a relative for even a man like Mr. Linyard to be proud of." "He may look better after he's shaved and washed and fixed up a bit," returned Richard; "that is, if he gets well," he added, in sudden alarm. "Pep, Pep," went on the sufferer, "where's the water?" "Here you are, dad, nice and fresh," and Pep entered with his pail full.
Still I would like to help you." Mrs. Linyard provided a warm and bountiful supper, and both enjoyed every dish that was set before them. "I mustn't lose too much time," went on the boy, as he was finishing. "I must at least find a boarding-house. I don't want to spend the night in the streets." "No fear of that," said the old tar hastily. "Betty, another cup of that good coffee, please.
With very bad grace the official wrote down something on a pad, tore the page off and thrust it at Richard. "I hope you're satisfied," he snapped to Doc Linyard; and taking up Mr. Joyce's valise he entered an inner room, slamming the door behind him. "Good riddance to him," muttered the old tar. "A few brass buttons on his coat has turned his head."
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