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Pardriff was under forty, and with these gifts many innocent citizens of Ripton naturally wondered why the columns of his newspaper, the Ripton Record, did not more closely resemble the spiciness of his talk in the office of Gales' Hotel.
Victoria did not know Austen, but she knew that the Honourable Hilary had a son of that name who had gone West, and this was what tickled her. She thrust the clipping in the pocket of her linen coat just as Mr. Pardriff came in.
But to Hilary the Western career was a disgrace, and such meagre reports of it as came from other sources than Austen tended only to confirm him in this opinion. It was commonly said of Mr. Paul Pardriff that not a newspaper fell from the press that he did not have a knowledge of its contents. Certain it was that Mr.
Ill-natured people said that the matter in his paper might possibly be accounted for by the gratitude of the candidates, and the fact that Mr. Pardriff and his wife and his maid-servant and his hired man travelled on pink mileage books, which could only be had for love not money. On the other hand, reputable witnesses had had it often from Mr.
Pardriff had lived in the eighteenth century, he would probably have referred as casually to the Boston massacre as a street fight which it was. Profoundly disgusted with human kind, as the noblest of us will be at times, Mr. Crewe flung down the paper, and actually forgot to send the fifty copies to his friends! After Mr.
Crewe is a summer resident, with a house in New York," etc., etc. Assigned, among others, to the Ripton Record. "Paul Pardriff went up to Leith to-day," said Mr. Bascom. "Go to see him," replied the Honourable Hilary. "I've been thinking for some time that the advertising in the Ripton Record deserves an additional annual." Mr.
Pardriff had lived in the eighteenth century, he would probably have referred as casually to the Boston massacre as a street fight which it was. Profoundly disgusted with human kind, as the noblest of us will be at times, Mr. Crewe flung down the paper, and actually forgot to send the fifty copies to his friends! After Mr.
So instinctively do we hark back to the primeval man that there was a tendency to lionize the prodigal in Ripton, which proves the finished civilization of the East not to be so far removed from that land of outlaws, Pepper County. Mr. Paul Pardriff, who had a guilty conscience about the clipping, and vividly bearing in mind Mr. Blodgett's mishap, alone avoided young Mr.
"Vane Why, he ain't a full-fledged lawyer yet. I've hired him in an unimportant case. Who asked him to run?" "Young Tom Gaylord and a delegation." "He couldn't have got it," said Mr. Crewe. "I don't know," said Mr. Pardriff, "he might have given Billings a hustle for the nomination." "You supported Billings, I noticed," said Mr. Crewe. Mr. Pardriff winked an eye.
"I'm not ready to walk the ties when I go to Newcastle," he remarked, "and Nat ain't quite bankrupt yet. The Gaylords," continued Mr. Pardriff, who always took the cynical view of a man of the world, "have had some row with the Northeastern over lumber shipments. I understand they're goin' to buck 'em for a franchise in the next Legislature, just to make it lively.
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