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From the time Manson, as a barefooted boy, caught trout in Ragged Brook, until the winter of '62, when, a sturdy young man of eighteen, he had fallen deeply in love with Liddy Camp, a few changes had taken place in Southton. Three different principals had been in charge of the academy, one of these, a Mr. Snow, being very capable and universally popular. Later, when Mr.

He spoke jerkily, and in a note far removed from the deep boom of his usual voice. "Why should you expect any trouble because pay day is postponed for a week?" Manson lifted his heavy lids. "Is it only for a week?" Clark got up and paced the terrace, his head thrust forward, his hands behind his back. There was that in the visitor's manner which puzzled him.

Like many other young people to-day, they accepted their parents' opinions on all such matters as best and wisest. They were not regular in their church attendance, either, for Liddy could not always leave her invalid mother, and occasionally she and Manson found a drive in the summer's woods or a visit to the top of Blue Hill more alluring than even the Unitarian church.

Well, no doubt you know. But everybody will tell you that the few pennies Medora Manson has left are all in Beaufort's hands; and how the two women are to keep their heads above water unless he does, I can't imagine. Of course, Madame Olenska may still soften old Catherine, who's been the most inexorably opposed to her staying; and old Catherine could make her any allowance she chooses.

"And did no story ever crop out regarding what became of him, or where he went to?" inquired Manson. "Not a word or whisper; that is where the mystery lies, and, as I said, it is one more added to the large stock we already have." "I would love to spend a month down your way, Frank," said Manson, after a pause. "And why not?" replied Pullen.

"Well, that's your privilege, and none of my affair, and," he concluded curtly, "I don't care to discuss it. Good evening." But Manson was on his feet, too desperate to be denied. "It's not your affair what I may have said or done? I'm a shareholder a large one. I've a right to come here and ask you a question. It's nothing unreasonable and you'll answer it."

Manson especially, who had from childhood spent countless hours alone in the forests or roaming over the hills or along the streams, had learned all the lessons there taught, and now found Liddy a wonderfully sympathetic and sweet companion.

Her heart leaped at the news, for Manson in the past year or so had changed. Invariably austere, he had been nevertheless kind and considerate but soon after the real estate venture ended he became only austere, to which there was added something almost like apprehension. And this in her husband was to her of intense concern. "I can't say," she began a little timidly.

Manson Mingott's stroke, and only the few who had heard of the mysterious connection between the two events thought of ascribing old Catherine's illness to anything but the accumulation of flesh and years. The whole of New York was darkened by the tale of Beaufort's dishonour. There had never, as Mr.

"Yes," answered Manson slowly, "I was with some one just then, and thinking of a fool promise I exacted from her before I left, and all this ghost-story telling has made me realize what an injury I may have done her by exacting that promise." "Tell me," said Pullen, "I can sympathize with you, for I, too, have a girl I left behind me."