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Greatly amused at what they had done, they little thought how sad the effects of their unguarded words would be. Five minutes afterwards, the young man named Mears, curious to see how Clara had been affected by what he knew she must have heard, moved to another part of the room, in order to observe her without attracting her attention. But she had left the place where she was sitting.

McCloud put in a switch below Piedmont, opened a material-yard, and began track-laying toward the lower Crawling Stone Valley, when Mears said it was time to stop work till spring. When McCloud told him he wanted track across the divide and into the lower valley by spring, Mears threw up his hands. But there was metal in the old man, and he was for orders all the time.

Mears, the village gossip, may be sitting on the veranda of a small house almost hid by luxuriantly growing Norway spruce, and idly rocking while she chats with the widow Sloper, who lives there, and whose mission in life is to cut and fit the best "go to meetin'" gowns of female Sandgate.

"They remained together till a late hour discussing various points. One of the topics was the great loss the Confederacy had sustained in the burning of the Will-o'-the-Wisp, in the material, and by the death of Prof. McCul-lough and Dr. Mears, as they alone held the secret of manufacturing the wonderful explosive.

He had secured a fairly good education and, in many ways, seemed well fitted for the vocation he had chosen to pursue. A careful examination, however, showed two fundamental deficiencies in Marshall Mears which training could only partially overcome. First, his was one of those narrow-gauge, single-track minds. He was incapable of any breadth of vision.

Mears was still in that stage of development when her countrywomen taste to the full the peril of being exposed to the gaze of the licentious Gaul. Lizzie roused herself from the contemplation of Mr. Benn's round baby cheeks and the square blue jaw resting on his perpendicular collar. "Is some one staring at me?" she asked with a smile. "Don't turn round, whatever you do!

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I remarked something of the sort to Mrs. Mears. "Yes," says she, her eyes sort of dimmin' up. "And to think that all this should be done for my Edgar!" At which Minnie Casey tips us the private wink. "Why not, I'd like to know?" says she. "Just look who he is." "Yes, of course, dear," says Mrs. Mears, smilin' satisfied.

Mears of the school committee and obtained a position to teach the north district school in Sandgate, a small by-road schoolhouse, two miles from her home, and felt a little pride in telling about it; while he had to report that all whom they owed had promised to wait patiently for their dues. "Mr.

To all questions on the subject, Clara was silent. But that she was a sufferer every one could see. "I wish that girl would fall in love with somebody and get married," Mears remarked to his friend, about two years after they had passed off upon Clara their good joke. "Her pale, quiet, suffering face haunts me wherever I go."

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