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The two "coves" a pressman, in new leggings, and Canty, the storekeeper came in. Mother brought a light. Dad moaned, but did n't look up. "Well, Mr. I'm er after information about the crops round here. I suppose er " "Oh-h-h!" Dad groaned, opening his mouth over the fire, and pressing the tooth hard with his thumb.
The last cry of 'Any more for the shore? had sounded, the last good-bye had been said, the latest pressman or photographer had scrambled ashore, and all Southampton was cheering wildly along a mile of pier and promontory when at 6 P.M., on October 14, the Royal Mail steamer 'Dunottar Castle' left her moorings and sailed with Sir Redvers Buller for the Cape.
If I had been given time I would have ended by being made a peer like some of them. And he had permitted himself his very first and last gesture in all these days, raising a hard-clenched fist above his head. "The pressman disapproved of that manifestation. It was not his business to understand it. Is it ever the business of any pressman to understand anything? I guess not.
Queer fellows drift in and out of this room. Waifs and strays from home, from up-country, from the Pacific. And, by the way, last time you were here you picked up one of that sort for your assistant didn't you?" "I engaged an assistant only to stop your preaching about the evils of solitude," said Renouard hastily; and the pressman laughed at the half-resentful tone.
As time went on the crowd became more and more dense, and a breathless pressman, who reached his post at twelve o'clock, stated that the seething myriads of Donegal Place and the adjacent streets were "hardly a circumstance" to what he had seen in the York Road, where the people awaited the hero of the hour.
And she recalled her arrival with Claude in the cold light of early morning, her first sensation of enchantment when a pressman, with searching eyes and a firm mouth turned down at the corners, had come up to interview her. At that moment she had felt that she was leaving the dulness of the unknown life behind her for ever. It was no doubt a terribly vulgar feeling.
"But Pinkerton," I cried, "this lecture is the maddest of your madnesses. How can I prepare a lecture in thirty hours?" "All done, Loudon!" he exclaimed in triumph. "All ready. Trust me to pull a piece of business through. You'll find it all type-written in my desk at home. I put the best talent of San Francisco on the job: Harry Miller, the brightest pressman in the city."
Among the valuables was a lot of miscellaneous printing of all kinds, plain and colored and of all sorts and sizes a dandy assortment. Exhibit No. 2." "Fire away!" "Furthermore, old Phineas Pressman, the town printer here, owes me a bill.
Canty, the storekeeper, looked up quickly, and the pressman looked round slowly both at Dad. "Here," continued Dad "let's have a look at yer tooth, old man!" The pressman rose. His face was flushed and wild-looking. "Come on out of this for God's sake!" he said to Canty "if you're ready." "What," said Dad, hospitably, "y're not going, surely!" But they were. A Lady at Shingle Hut.
The pressman was grateful, because Grant's action had tended to mitigate his discomfiture. "No one but a fool thinks of you as a murderer, Mr. Grant," he said. "What I really want is a portrait of 'the celebrated' author in whose grounds the body was found." "Come along, then, and I'll pose for you." The photographer was surprised, but joyfully accepted the gifts the gods gave.
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