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There the poor in money, but the rich in ambition may come; there the fumblers, the indecisive, may come to be put to a test. Ah, yours can be a great work." "A great opportunity for you, Mr. Massey," emphasized David, the gardener. "I envy you." "You'd help out, wouldn't you, Eagle Man?" Suzanna now cried with perfect faith in his good will.
One did not play with a meteor when it crossed one's path. One fled from it or stayed and let it destroy one if it would. She roused herself to think of other people, to forget Alan Massey and his wonderful voice which had said such perturbing things.
Adam was not in his usual place among the singers to-day, for he sat with his mother and Seth, and he noticed with surprise that Bartle Massey was absent too all the more agreeable for Mr. Joshua Rann, who gave out his bass notes with unusual complacency and threw an extra ray of severity into the glances he sent over his spectacles at the recusant Will Maskery. I beseech you to imagine Mr.
He entered the kitchen at once, his face aglow. "Just the turn of a screw!" he exclaimed. He spoke directly to his wife. "Oh, my dear, it's coming on. Nearly ready to show to John Massey." "Oh, I am happy for you," she cried. He spoke to Suzanna and Maizie: "Would you chicks like to take a walk down town with me?" He fumbled in his pocket. "Here's a ticket good for ten dishes of ice cream."
Then it was that lugubrious John Mitford developed amazing powers of inventive story-telling, and Joe Slag came out strong with thrilling lifeboat tales, every word of which Bob Massey corroborated, while Terrence O'Connor displayed powers of sarcastic criticism of the highest order, and Tomlin, Black Ned, and the women proved an intensely appreciative audience.
"Who says he won't?" snapped Walky Dexter, who heard the selectman's statement. "You ax the Elder or old Bill Jones," chortled Moore. "Come now! what do you mean by that?" demanded Mr. Massey, in whose store the conversation took place. "Ax 'em," said Mr. Moore again. "They've got it fixed up to fire Mr. Haley at the end of this term." "Nothin' like bein' warned in time," said Walky Dexter.
"Romance of color, you mean," returned John Massey harshly, "for so far as I can gain, there is no science about it. I deal in facts, Mr. Procter, not in air castles. Does the machine do anything, but stand there a silent monument to your dreams?" Mr. Procter hesitated but a moment, then, "Come, Mr. Massey," he said, "take your place. Let us see what the machine says of you.
She had recovered her usual poise by this time, however, and was quite prepared to keep Alan Massey in due subjection if necessary. She did not like masterful men. They always roused her own none too dormant willfulness. As they sat down he bent over to her. "You are glad I made Carlotta put us together," he said, and this, too, was no question, but an assertion. Tony was in arms in a flash.
And pressing a rare kiss on her friend's cheek Carlotta vanished for the night. Meanwhile Alan Massey smoked and thought and cursed the past that had him in its hateful toils. Like the guilty king in Hamlet, his soul, "struggling to be free" was "but the more engaged."
When they neared the church they stopped. Suzanna, turning, recognized them and with a joyful cry she ran to meet them. "Oh, Miss Massey," she cried, "and Robert. Are you out for a walk, too?" The man looked down at her. "Yes, little girl. We are going into that old church. Did you see the minister?" "Yes, he's inside," said Suzanna. She looked at Miss Massey. "You've been crying," she said.
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