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Gibson intended to remain as representative of the firm. Poor little Dick cried miserably for the first few minutes, but he finally fell asleep on Mrs. Marvin's bosom. After the clergyman had spoken a few simple words, and offered a fervent prayer, there was a moment of solemn, breathless silence. Some one entered softly. It was Mr. Denton. Faith had no opportunity to look at his face, for Mr.
Then they had dinner under the round glassy eye of Aunt Cornelia. Aunt Cornelia was an elderly maiden relative of Harry, who had arrived with others for the funeral and made the brilliant discovery that since Mr. Marvin's death the "social situation," as she termed it, at the Marvin house had become impossible.
Marvin's eye coursed around the walls of the handsome library, which had been his office since the doctor had forbidden him to visit his automobile works and steel-stamping mills. "Take out that bust of Pallas Athene," he ordered, "and stand the mummy up in its place." Owen nodded, poised his pencil and prompted: "You were just dictating about the new piston rings." Mr.
Well, anyhow, my Tim, he went ter school with him, an' set in the same seat," continued Seth, turning toward the stranger. "Tim's got an old writin'-book with one leaf all sp'iled 'cause one of young Marvin's spiders got into the inkwell an' then did a cake-walk across the page. Tim, he got a lickin' fur it then, but he says he would n't give up that page now fur forty lickin's."
But it was not until Saturday morning that the truth dawned upon him, and struck him like a blow from a sledge-hammer. He had occasion to visit Mr. Marvin's private office, but being told that the gentleman was engaged with an important customer, he lingered outside the door, waiting. Presently the door was partly opened.
I say "surprise," for until I met Jim I had found that men of his class talked of little else, especially when over campfires smouldering far into the night. This reticence also extended to Marvin's affairs.
At one end of the path, which was worn smooth by the Reverend Septimus Marvin's pensive foot, the gleam of a white dress betrayed the presence of his niece, Miriam Liston. "Ah, is that you?" asked the rector, holding out a limp hand. "Yes. I remember Sep was allowed to sit up till half-past eight in the hope that you might come round to see us. Well, Loo, and how are you? Yes yes."
It was the 'varsity's ball near the second's twenty-five-yard line, and Carmine, who had taken Marvin's place at quarter, sent Still plunging at the left of the second's line on the first play.
I wanted particularly to know something of his life before he came to Marvin's! twelve years now. I could not, of course, ask Marvin or his wife for any details my intimacy with Jim forbade such an invasion of his privacy and I met no one else in the forest. I saw plainly that he was not a mountaineer by birth.
Hicks, with his gaudy attire, and ugly face, was always an affront to the eye, but to Owen he was a terror, for he held the power of blackmail over the secretary. Owen shrank at the sight of his enemy, but immediately took courage. Though Marvin's death had left the secretary no legacy it had also robbed the blackmailer of his power.
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