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Littlejohn," he continued, warming, "that you behold in me a young man in the prime of health actually on the point of wasting visibly away to a shadow of my former hardy self? It's a fact: I am. For the past two days I've had nothing to eat except railway sandwiches and coffee and the kind of fodder they pitchfork you at the Bigelow House.
"The fellows cooled down at once, and John Littlejohn said, 'Come, Smooth! if you really are a clever citizen then you are precisely the fellow we want! And then he conversed feelingly with me, said how much he liked our country and our countrymen; persuaded himself to believe them the real go-ahead chaps though he, at times, thought it quite necessary to keep their go-ahead a little slow.
All this, however, did not prevent Dr. Littlejohn from making frequent visits to the Whitmore home, and always his coming meant joy to three weary, troubled hearts. To-day he brought a great handful of pink carnations and dropped them into the lap of the blind woman. "Sweets to the sweet!" he cried gayly, as he patted the slim hand on the arm of the chair. "Doctor Ned you dear boy!
The same noble spirit which carried Mrs. Whitman, Mrs. Spaulding, Mrs. Gray, Mrs. Littlejohn, Mrs. Clark, Mrs. Smith, Mrs. Munger, Mrs. Griffin, and their coadjutors across our continent on their lofty errand, also inspired another band of gospel messengers to move in the same great enterprise. Dr. White of New York, and his wife, were prominent in this latter movement.
This was too much for the patience of any respectable gentleman, and only resulted in exciting the petulance of the before-named sea-going Ambassador, who just demolished a few out-of-the-way towns, and pocketed the kingdom for his Queen. Littlejohn said this was the way Pegua slipt, almost unconsciously, into the possession of his family. The process was of itself so innocent!
He is nebulo nebulonum, an impudent, fraudulent, mendacious quack, that has cost me a hundred pounds by his roguery, and my neighbour Sir Arthur, God knows how much. And besides, Bailie, I do not hold him to be a sound friend to Government." "Indeed?" said Bailie Littlejohn; "if I thought that, it would alter the question considerably."
The light burned out, and the morning came; the cat jumped purring upon the bed, and seeing what was there, curled up by it, with a mournful mewing cry. "Peace Maythorne says," said Gypsy, "that if Mrs. Littlejohn went to heaven, she will be so happy to find she doesn't scold! Isn't it funny, in Peace, to think of such things?" Do you remember Mr.
'What on earth is that? inquired the astonished General, as Jeff unconsciously let the knife fall in fright, and Grandpapa gave an anxious look toward the door, as if to measure the distance between it and his chair, while John Littlejohn applying his glass to his eyes, squinted seriously at it.
When he had told his tale in such a simple way that Littlejohn understood, he returned home and wrote it down. In the December of the same year the first part of The Tales was published, and at once was a tremendous success, a success as great almost as any of the novels. Hugh Littlejohn liked The Tales too. "Dear Grandpapa," he writes, "I thank you for the books.
He stopped at the door. "Perhaps I shall," he said slowly. "I'd advise you not to. The last man that tried it has no desire to repeat the experiment." "Who was he?" "An old fool named Homer Littlejohn." Duncan put out his hand. "Shake!" he insisted. "We'll talk this over another time." "By the way, did you get your invitation to Josie Lockwood's party, Mr. Duncan?
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