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It's just like the way it was with the niggers it warn't no sale, and the niggers will be back before long. Why, they can't collect the money for the NIGGERS yet they're in the worst kind of a fix, Miss Mary." "Well," she says, "I'll run down to breakfast now, and then I'll start straight for Mr. Lothrop's."
I says: "Miss Mary Jane, I'll tell you what we'll do, and you won't have to stay at Mr. Lothrop's so long, nuther. How fur is it?" "A little short of four miles right out in the country, back here." "Well, that 'll answer. Now you go along out there, and lay low till nine or half-past to-night, and then get them to fetch you home again tell them you've thought of something.
I like your fresh feminine enthusiasm, and always feel better and happier under its influence. . . . I am glad that you were so much pleased with Lothrop's letter of praise and thanksgiving; a poor return at best for the happiness we had derived from reading Mr.
As an evidence of his success, we name a few out of his large list: 'Miss Yonge's Histories; 'Spare Minute Series, most carefully edited from Gladstone, George MacDonald, Dean Stanley, Thomas Hughes, Charles Kingsley; 'Stories of American History; Lothrop's Library of Entertaining History, edited by Arthur Gilman, containing Professor Harrison's 'Spain, Mrs.
The tone of Harry Lothrop's note perplexed me, and I found myself drifting back into an old state of mind I had reason to dread. As I said, the autumn had come round. Its quiet days, its sombre nights, filled my soul with melancholy. The lonesome moan of the sea and the waiting stillness of the woods were just the same a year ago; but Laura was dead, and Nature grieved me.
"Lord!" I heard Maurice say to Laura, as I rose from the piano, "what a girl! she's really tragic." I caught Harry Lothrop's eye, as I passed through the door to go up-stairs; it was burning; I felt as if a hot coal had dropped on me. Maurice ran into the hall and sprang upon the stair-railing to ask me if he might be my escort home. That night he serenaded me.
So for a minute I didn't say nothing; then I says: "I'd ruther not TELL you where I put it, Miss Mary Jane, if you don't mind letting me off; but I'll write it for you on a piece of paper, and you can read it along the road to Mr. Lothrop's, if you want to. Do you reckon that 'll do?" "Oh, yes." So I wrote: "I put it in the coffin. It was in there when you was crying there, away in the night.
Come, don't waste a minute not a SECOND we'll have them tarred and feathered, and flung in the river!" Says I: "Cert'nly. But do you mean BEFORE you go to Mr. Lothrop's, or " "Oh," she says, "what am I THINKING about!" she says, and set right down again. "Don't mind what I said please don't you WON'T, now, WILL you?"
The bookstore under his management also became something more than a commercial success: it grew to be the centre for the bright and educated people of the town, a favorite meeting place of men and women alive to the questions of the day. Now, arrived at the vigor of young manhood, Mr. Lothrop's aims and high reaches began their more open unfoldment.
But tides turn, and patience and pluck won the day, until from being steady, sure and reliable, Mr. Lothrop's publishing business was increasing with such rapidity as to soon make it one of the solid houses of Boston. Mr.
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