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Washington, December 4, 1803. I arrived this afternoon, and found here your three letters from Petersburgh, Lumberton, and Georgetown. The last is dated the 2d of November. How very long ago. These letters are very satisfactory, except on the article of your health; of that you must speak a little more plainly. How long are you to stay in Charleston?
"But we want more than a comedy," Ruth said seriously. "I have the germ of an idea in my mind. I'll write Mr. Hammond about it first of all. And we must have Miss Gray in it." "He says here," said Helen, glancing through the moving picture man's letter again, "that he wants you to try another. Oh! and he says that in a few days he is coming to Lumberton with a company to take some films."
Old Dolliver stooped over the fallen boy and wiped the blood from his lips. "Don't tech him!" he croaked. "He's broke ev'ry bone in his body, I make no doubt. An' he'd oughter have a doctor " "I'll get one," said Ann Hicks, briskly, in the old man's ear. "Where's the nearest and the best?" "Doc Haverly at Lumberton." "I'll get him." "It's six miles, Miss. You'd never walk it.
Do you know what happened only last half when he and Mrs. Tellingham were invited to the Lumberton Association Ball?" "What was it?" asked Helen. "I suppose it is something perfectly ridiculous, or Heavy wouldn't have remembered it," Ruth suggested. "Thank you!" returned the plump girl, making a face. "I have a better memory than Dr. Tellingham, I should hope."
I believe, however, that the wages I paid him for his services as coachman, for I gave him employment in that capacity, were more than an equivalent for anything he lost by the sale of the vineyard. On the northeast corner of my vineyard in central North Carolina, and fronting on the Lumberton plank-road, there stood a small frame house, of the simplest construction.
One pleasant afternoon, about ten days after the rupture, old Julius drove the rockaway up to the piazza, and my wife, Mabel, and I took our seats for a drive to a neighbor's vineyard, over on the Lumberton plankroad. "Which way shall we go," I asked, "the short road or the long one?" "I guess we had better take the short road," answered my wife. "We will get there sooner."
It swept away from the Lumberton platform, and it was fully a minute before Heavy and Ann realized what they had done. "Oh, oh, oh!" shrieked the plump girl, running down the aisle. "Busy Izzy is left behind." "Stop your joking," exclaimed Tom, peering out of his berth, which was an upper. "He's nothing of the kind." "He is! He is!" "Why, he's all ready for bed," declared one of the Tingley boys.
"All right, Miss Cox. Ye allus was a sharp one," chuckled Dolliver, as the sharp-faced girl jerked open the nearest door of the coach and stared in, blinking, out of the sunlight. The passengers in the Seven Oaks and Lumberton stage sat facing one another on the two broad seats. Mademoiselle Picolet had established herself in one corner of the forward seat, riding with her back to the driver.
She read Ruth's brief sketch of the plot she had originated for the school play, and approved it. "The Heart of a Schoolgirl" was forthwith put into shape to show Mr. Hammond when he came to Lumberton, that event being expected daily.
"I don't know who would send me anything," said Ann, slowly. "Never mind the address. Open it!" cried a third speaker, and had Ann noted it, she would have realized that some of the most trying girls in the school had suddenly surrounded her. With trembling fingers she tore off the outside wrapper without seeing that the box had been mailed at the local post office Lumberton!
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