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No rest for the wicked, you know." "I don't know as to that," Sawyer replied, "but I do know that there is mighty little rest for the man that wants to do anything in the world." "You are right. The gospel of content builds poor houses. I never knew a happy man who wasn't lazy." "You ought to go to Congress, McElwin; they need such talk there."
I don't think you did. But wasn't there many a sign that said, 'get money'?" "Caruthers, you join with the rest of this town in the belief that McElwin is a great man. I don't. He is a community success, a neighborhood's strong man, but in the hands of the giants who live in the real world he is a weakling."
"No, that wouldn't be right. I'll face it." Lyman found favor with the company, that is, with the exception of Eva McElwin, whose position demanded a certain reserve.
"Strife," the old man repeated with a laugh. "Yes, strife," she insisted. "There are any number of men that would like to get him into trouble, just to please Cousin McElwin." "I think I can take care of myself," said Lyman, putting on his hat. Lyman found Warren almost in hysterical glee, treading air up and down the office. "Ho!" he cried, as the bridegroom entered the office.
Staggs, and the white and terrified Miss Annie. "A most damnable outrage!" McElwin shouted, making straight for Lyman. "I mean you, sir," he cried, shaking his fist at Lyman. "You, sir. You try to bunco me and now you conspire with an imbecile to humble me into the dust. I mean you, sir. You have married my daughter.
She came running to meet him, forgetful of everything came running with her hands held out. "He has come to sign the petition," said the banker in a dry voice. "Where is your mother?" She drew back. "In the garden I think," she answered. "I will go after her," said McElwin. He walked away, heavy of foot. Eva turned to Lyman and asked him to sit down. He did so, and she remained standing.
Straightway he went to the bank and sent his name into the private office. McElwin came to the door. "Why, come in, Mr. Lyman," he said cordially, extending his hand. Lyman shook hands with him and entered the room. The great clock began to strike. McElwin looked up at it and then said: "Have a seat, please." Lyman sat down. McElwin did not permit the silence to become embarrassing. "Mr.
The banker looked at his feet, then at his head. "Mr. McElwin," said Lyman, "we have not met before, though I, of course, have seen you often, but " "Well, sir, go on." "Yes, that's what I am doing. I say that we have not met, but I board at the house of a relative of yours, and I therefore feel that I know you." "Board with a relative of mine?" the banker gasped.
The light was strong where she sat, and he noticed a freckle on her cheek, and this slight blemish drew her closer to him. "But we must respect their thoughts," the mother replied. "We should not put ourselves out on account of their prejudices," Lyman was bold enough to remark. The girl smiled at him. "Perhaps not," Mrs. McElwin weakly agreed. "Perhaps not!" Eva repeated.
There was to be no dancing and no forfeit games, for McElwin was still raw, and the master of the gathering on the lawn would not dare to throw sand on the spots where the rich man's prideful skin had been raked off. The entertainment was to consist of talk among the older ones, chatter among the slips of girls and striplings of men, with music for all.
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