Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Pendergast, who loved a joke almost as well as did Tom. "They may come out now," added the president, opening the door, and sending Ned Newton in to summon Tom, Mr. Swift and Mr. Damon, who filed out before the board of directors. "Gentlemen," began the president, "I have the pleasure of presenting to you Mr. Thomas Swift, Mr. Barton Swift and Mr. Wakefield Damon.
From their task of handing out money to eager depositors, the wearied tellers looked up as Tom and Mr. Damon entered with the big valise crammed full of money. It was opened, and the bundles of bills turned out on a table. "Perhaps you'd better make an announcement to the crowd, Mr. Pendergast," suggested Mr. Swift.
The owner of the blue-gray eyes did not belie the determination of his chin, but made a valiant effort to establish himself on the basis of the old intimacy; but Miss Pendergast held herself sternly aloof, and refused to listen to him. In a year he had left town but it was not his fault that he was obliged to go away alone, as Jane Pendergast well knew. One by one the years passed.
"'And on this day, too! goes on Pendergast, grievous 'on this most glorious day of the year when we should all be celebrating the dawn of Christian civilization and the downfall of the wicked. "'I did notice bunting and bouquets decorating the town, reverend, says I, 'but I didn't know what it was for.
"It does them good," she said decidely, "to learn to be self- sacrificing. That is a virtue we all must learn to practice." Jane flushed again; then she turned abruptly. "Julia, did you want me to to come to see you?" she asked. "Why, certainly; what a question!" returned Mrs. Pendergast, in a properly shocked tone of voice.
"A new bank, eh? Who's going to start it?" "Andy Foger's father, I hear. You know he was a director in our bank, but he got out last week." "What for?" "Well, he had some difficulty with Mr. Pendergast, the president. I fancy you had something to do with it, too." "I?" Tom was plainly surprised. "Yes, you know you and Mr. Damon and Mr.
By the way, doesn't a friend of yours work there?" "Yes, Ned Newton. I'm wondering how he'll be affected?" "Don't you worry!" exclaimed Mr. Damon. "Bless my check book! I'll speak to Pendergast about your friend. Maybe there'll be a chance to advance him further. I've got some mortgages falling due pretty soon, and I'll deposit the money from them in the old bank.
"An' ye might count 'em them spoons," said the old man. "Yes." "An' the forks." "Yes." "An' them photygraph pictures in the parlor." "All right, father." The woman turned away. Her step was slow, but confident the last word had been said. To Jane Pendergast her father had gone with the going of his keen, clear mind, twenty years before.
"Hm-m; no," returned Mrs. Pendergast, with noncommittal briefness. Not six weeks later Mary, in her beautiful Commonwealth Avenue home, received a call from a little, thin-faced woman, who curtsied to the butler and asked him to please tell her sister that she wished to speak to her. Mary looked worried and not over-cordial when she rustled into the room.
"'Stand up here, I says to Liverpool, 'you scum of a despot limited monarchy, and have another dose of Bunker Hill. That good man, Mr. Pendergast, says I, 'said we were to observe the day in a befitting manner, and I'm not going to see his money misapplied. "'Oh, you go to 'ell! says Liverpool, and I started in with a fine left-hander on his right eye.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking