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Updated: June 9, 2025
Failing in their quest for the elusive treasure, Osbourne and Orr, not being able to cash the cheques with which they were paid for their work, were at last compelled to borrow the money with which to make their way back to civilization and their families.
Women of Christianity, by Julia Kavanagh. Printed and Published by W. and R. CHAMBERS, High Street, Edinburgh. Also sold by W.S. ORR, Amen Corner, London; D.N. CHAMBERS, 55 West Nile Street, Glasgow; and J. M'GLASHAN, 50 Upper Sackville Street, Dublin.
On the tray were set forth silver tea things, flanked by thin bread and butter and a generous pile of sponge cake. "You must be tired and thirsty after your drive," said Lydia Orr hospitably. "You may set the tray here, Martha." The maid complied. "Of course I must have that book, Miss Daggett," their hostess went on. "You didn't mention the title, nor the price. Won't you have a cup of tea, Mrs.
"My name," she said, without appearing to notice, "is Lydia Orr Bolton. No one seems to remember perhaps they didn't know my mother's name was Orr. My uncle took me away from here. I was only a baby. It seemed best to " "Where are they now?" he asked guardedly. The painter had disappeared behind the house. But he could hear heavy steps on the roof over their heads.
He could not possibly marry Andrew Bolton's daughter! He was watching her closely. "I thought perhaps, if she consented, I would marry Lydia Orr," he forced himself to tell her. "I want you to know this from me, now. I decided that her money and her position would help me.... I admired her; I even thought at one time I loved her.
Lydia Orr had encountered that look before, on the faces of men and even of boys. Everybody was afraid of being cheated, she thought. Was this just in Brookville, and because of the misdeeds of one man, so long ago? "Of course we shall have to talk it over some other day, when we have more time," she said gently. "Wouldn't that be nice!" said Mrs. Daggett.
Had any ice cream yet? No harm done, if you have. Seems to be a plenty. Take this, parson, and I'll replevin another plate for myself and one for Miss Orr. Won't be gone more'n another hour." Fanny, piteously tongue-tied in the presence of the man she loved, glanced up at Wesley Elliot with a timidity she had never before felt in his company.
I proceeded quite innocently on my errand, and when the feeble voice of the invalid bade me enter, I experienced nothing but a feeling of compassion for a man dying in this desolate way, alone. Of course Mr. Orr was surprised to see a stranger, but after reading Mr.
"He said a lot of awfully queer things to me," she admitted, after a pause during which Jim turned the car into a side road.... "I thought you were going to the village." "This will take us to the village give you a longer ride, Ellen. I'll take you home afterwards." "After what?" "Why, after we've got the mail or whatever you want." "Don't you think Miss Orr and that queer old Mr.
But the blind man cut him short. The frowning brows drew closer over the sightless eyes, which were focussed upon the cowpuncher with a concentration more overpowering than if their vision had been unimpaired. "Eh? So you've been listening to young Orr," he said, with a quietness in marked contrast to the expression of his face. "And you want to get after them?"
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