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Poor Marty, always doomed to sacrifice desire to obligation, walked forward accordingly, and waited as a beacon, still and silent, for the retreat of Grace and her giddy companions, now quite out of hearing. The first sound to break the silence was the distant note of Great Hintock clock striking the significant hour.
Father Marty, he knew, would see to all that, and the marriage might be done effectually. He had quite come to understand that Father Marty was practical rather than romantic. But there would be cowardice in this as mean as that other cowardice. He believed himself to be bound by his duty to his family.
"Forgive me, Janice," the civil engineer said humbly. "I was only explaining." "Oh, I'm not blaming you at all," she said. "But I am angry to think that my own mind as well as everybody's mind in Polktown is being contaminated from this barroom. We are all learning saloon phrases. I never heard so much slang from Marty and the other boys, as I have caught the last few weeks.
Maltby and her daughter came over, through the snow, to visit a while with Janice and to bring Marty the pie! and several other villagers dropped in. News of Janice's reason for being at Popham Landing had been spread abroad, and the people who came were more than curious they were sympathetic. The pastor of one of the churches, who was well acquainted with Mr.
Marty, for all he could not imagine the way opening before such as himself, was all eagerness about the nearest Methodist school, which happened to be the one where the Institute had been held, Cartwright College.
"Oh!" gasped Janice, for the town expressman was one of her oldest friends in Polktown, and a man in whom she took a deep interest. A slow grin dawned again on Marty's freckled countenance. "Ye ought to hear him when he's had a drink or two. You called him 'Talkworthy' Dexter; and he sure is some talky when he's been imbibing." "Oh, Marty, that's dreadful!" and Janice sighed. "It's just wicked!
It doesn't look like it, sir it doesn't look like it." Or, take the following instance, which I extract from the Records of one of the Benevolent Societies of our own city: "Can you read or write? said the visitor to a poor boy. Marty hung his head.
Pastor Drury and Brother Marty had become great friends, but what Jeannette could not tell was the special bond of interest which was back of the fact. Marty had long been aware that for some reason the Delafield pastor was peculiarly concerned about J.W. Never did he guess Walter Drury's secret, but he knew well enough there was one.
"Marty," she said to him, with some solemnity, "if you saw that through the Elder's coming there and your entertaining him a bit, the institution would in the end be vastly benefited, wouldn't you be glad to play the goat?" Marty's eyes snapped at her. He drew a long breath, and exclaimed: "Hi tunket! You don't mean that you've got the old Elder 'on the string' for us, Janice?"
Wayne tells me you are exerting a bad influence over a fellow whose marriage she wants to get annulled." "Oh, let 'em get it annulled!" shouted Marty on a high and rising key. "What do I care? I'll do anything to oblige if I'm asked right; but when Mrs. Wayne and that gang come around bullying me, I won't do a thing for them. But, if you ask me to, Mr. Farron, why, I'm glad to oblige you."
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