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The Widow Conway, I am able to state, did not succeed in enslaving Mr. Meeks, the apothecary, who united himself clandestinely to one of Miss Dorothy Gibbs's young ladies, and lost the patronage of Primrose Hall in consequence.
When Meeks ceased, the greater one closed his book and said: "Do I understand that your sister is fifty-two years of age, with a large mole on the side of her nose, and that she is a very poor widow, making a scanty living by scrubbing, and with a very homely face and figure?" "That describes her exactly," admitted Meeks. Juggins rose and put on his hat.
Her cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes glittered. It was evident that everything she heard and saw caused her the most horrible agony and a more horrible joy. She was like a fanatic who dances in fire. Meeks and Henry looked at her for a long minute, then at each other. Henry nodded as if in response to a question.
He took instant liking to the jolly newcomer, who seemed to be ever smiling, and after a short exchange of conversation with him hurried home to tell his father what a splendid fellow Tom Meeks was. Tom was domiciled in the Ross home, to which he had been a visitor in other years, and of course for the rest of that evening was kept busy visiting with Mrs.
There was a smile of deep satisfaction on John's own bronzed features as he put the question, a smile which was duplicated on the faces of his three co-workers Paul, Bob, and Tom Meeks. It was the latter part of March, Easter vacation week for Paul and Bob, and the two chums had been working every one of the last three days helping John and Tom put the finishing touches on the big new airplane.
When Meeks had settled his bill and departed, Shamrock Jolnes stood with his hat in his hand before Juggins. "If it would not be asking too much," he stammered "if you would favour me so far would you object to " "Certainly not," said Juggins pleasantly. "I will tell you how I did it. You remember the description of Mrs. Snyder?
The voice was so full of joy that at first it sounded no more articulate than a bird's song. It was like a strophe from the primeval language of all languages. Henry and Meeks seemed to understand, finally, what the voice said, more from some inner sympathy, which dated back to their youth and chorded with it, than from any actual comprehension of spoken words.
Allen always wants it hot," said she, "and it 'll be stone cold. I don't see where they went to." "Here they are now," said Henry. He and Meeks cast an apprehensive glance at each other. Voices were heard, and Horace and Rose entered. "Are we late?" asked Rose. She smiled and blushed, and cast her eyes down before Sylvia's look of sharp inquiry. There was a wonderful new beauty about the girl.
About this time it was reported that Gen. Wheaton had received orders to take Captain Jack if he had to exterminate the entire tribe. The feeling was getting to be very strong against Captain Jack in regard to the assassination of Gen. Canby, Col. Thomas and George Meeks, the interpreter. One evening in a conversation with Gen.
She was quite well aware that her husband was enjoying himself after his own peculiar fashion, and that, if he spoke the truth, the flapjacks were more to his New England taste for supper than thick beefsteak. "Well, wait until after supper, and maybe you will change your mind about having something to say grace for," Meeks said, mysteriously. The husband and wife stared at him.
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