Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
He also first practiced the widening of the furrows in the millstones and increasing their number, thus adding largely to the amount of middlings made at the first grinding, and raising the percentage of patent flour. He was warmly supported by Amasa K. Ostrander, since deceased, the founder and for a number of years the editor of the North-Western Miller, a trade newspaper.
Judge Ostrander might seem cold, both manner and temper would naturally be much affected by his unique and solitary mode of life, but at heart he must love Oliver. It was not in nature for it to be otherwise. And yet It was at this point in her musing that there came one of the breaks in her restless pacing. She was always of an impulsive temperament, and always giving way to it.
But, horrible as this was, what she saw going on behind him was infinitely worse. A man had caught up the bit of paper Judge Ostrander had let fall from his hand and was opening his lips to read it to the curious people surrounding him. She tried to stop him. She forced a cry to her lips which should have rung through the room, but which died away on the air unheard.
Her eyes looked up clearly into his. She felt that she had nothing to disguise or conceal. "I had urged him to do this, Judge Ostrander. I had met him more than once in the street when he went out to do your errands, and I used all my persuasion to induce him to give me this one opportunity of pleading my cause with you.
But how could she use any other in addressing her daughter who had already declared her intention of resuming her father's name, despite the opprobrium it carried and the everlasting bar it must in itself raise between herself and Oliver Ostrander? Deborah Scoville! A groan broke from her lips as she rapidly folded that name in, and hid it out of sight in the envelope she as rapidly addressed.
Ostrander thought this gray-eyed, independent American-French girl far superior to the obsequious filles d'honneur, whose brocades had rustled through those quinquonces, and Helen vaguely realized the truth of her fellow pupil's mischievous criticism of her companion that day at the Louvre. Surely there was no classical statue here comparable to the one-armed soldier-painter!
If after this interview you wish anything more from me, you have only to signify it. I am blunt, but not unfeeling, Mr. Ostrander." A slight lift of the hand, visible now in the shadow, answered him; and with a silent bow he left the room. In the passage-way he met Deborah. "Leave him to himself," said he. "Later, perhaps, you can do something for him." But she found this quite impossible.
"A gentle god that half of the world worships," Ostrander said, "but the people who put him on the tree didn't worship anything they put him there because he was of gold and ivory and was a lovely thing to look at " "Oh," said Pussy, with her mouth round to say it, "oh, how funny you talk, Mr. Tony!" She laughed, with her small hands beating her knees.
Abruptly, and without apology for his rudeness, Judge Ostrander again turned his back and walked away from her to an old-fashioned bookcase which stood in one corner of the room. Halting mechanically before it, he let his eyes roam up and down over the shelves, seeing nothing, as she was well aware, but weighing, as she hoped, the merits of the problem she had propounded him.
But tell me, HOW did you refuse him?" "I didn't refuse him," said Helen. "I only prevented his asking me." "How?" Then Helen told her all, everything except her first meeting with Ostrander at the restaurant.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking