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"They've been into my house and knocked in the head of a keg of Medford rum, and busted three demijohns of whiskey, and got old Branscomb to sign the pledge, and scared off the rest of the boys.
"'Cap'n Symes, says I, 'you can take them prime Havana seegars an' that best o' Lawrence's aould Medford New England rum, says I, 'an' stick 'em overboard as fur as I'm consarned. All I asks is common sea-vility; an' that o' the gol-darndest commonest kind!" Ben told me this story while he ate. He was the liveliest kind of a companion.
When she arrived at the doctor's house in Medford, a strange-looking man opened the door for her, and asked immediately if she was the nurse. "Yes," said Lloyd, "I am. Is Dr. Pitts here?" "Upstairs in his room," answered the other in a whisper, closing the front door with infinite softness. "He won't let me go in, the doctor won't; I I ain't seen him in four days.
Pitts' advice, had hidden himself away from everybody. Neither at his club nor at his hotel, where his mail accumulated in extraordinary quantities, had any forwarding address been left. Bennett would not even know that Ferriss had been moved to Medford. So much the worse. It could not be helped.
It's positively amazing the number of telephone calls he receives every afternoon from well-known society women!" "What about? And what's that got to do with Mr. Medford taking me in to dinner?" "Just this: Suppose Mrs. Rowden..." "Mrs. Rowden!" The girl was nonplussed. "Yes wants to find out who's in the club? She 'phones Garrison.
Delivered in the First Parish Church of Medford on the Sunday following Major Stearns's death, April 9, 1867. "We do not know how to prize good men until they depart. High virtue has such an air of nature and necessity that to thank its possessor would be to praise the water for flowing or the fire for warming us.
Who may know what pictures either of dark regret or of golden hope were passing before his eyes as vividly as were Felix's memories of the low cottage on the hill, of the apple trees that would be in bloom now all up and down Medford Valley, of the wind talking in the oak tree outside his window.
Then there was the friend of a rich Englishman, whose first name I haven't been able to get hold of. They lived first at Santa Barbara, then loafed up and down the coast for a year or two, spending quite a time in San Francisco. She was 'foreign looking' and a stunner, all right. All of these dames drifted out about the same time " "What was the Englishman's name?" "J. Horace Medford.
The boy flushed so guiltily that he went on, in kindly haste, "I am troubled about Jasper Peyton myself yes, don't look surprised, I know him well enough to call him that. We all know one another in Medford Valley. I I even work for him sometimes. Now tell me what you think is wrong."
"So Shad fin'lly give in, and Uncle Elihu sailed over to Wellmouth in the boat. He put in his time 'round the tavern there, and when he come down to the boat ag'in, he had a jugful of Medford in his hand, and pretty nigh as much of the same stuff under his hatches.
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