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I get tired of trying to like to do things I never really can like." "I understand," he said gently. "Mr. Radbourne told me about you. Will you let me say, I am very sorry?" She started, as if she had forgotten herself, and flushed deeply in her contrition. "There! I'm perfectly nonsensical, letting myself be a cry-baby just when I'd intended It isn't my habit at all.
FitzHerbert looked up. "It will give pleasure to the company," he said, "to know that the writer of the letter is Mr. Ludlam, from Radbourne, in this county. As you have heard, he, too, hopes by God's mercy to be made priest and to come back to England." In the following week Robin went home again.
Honest, I couldn't. Everything's been goin' wrong here for a week." Jonathan's outburst ended as suddenly as it began. "I know," he said wearily. "I know." Jonathan looked up listlessly. The matter disposed of, David ventured, uncertainly, because he had learned the last week to remember that he was an employee as well as a friend. "Mr. Radbourne, are you ill?" "No."
I had as hard a time keeping Radbourne from overworking as I had in getting enough work out of some other players. "I guess I'll let the Rube take his medicine. I hate to lose this game, but if we have to, we can stand it. I'm curious, anyway, to see what's the matter with the Rube. Maybe he'll settle down presently." I made no sign that I had noticed Spears' appeal to the bench.
"I am bringing Mr. Simpson on his way. He is just fresh from Rheims. And Mr. Ludlam is to carry him further on Monday," continued Mr. Garlick as they went forward. "Mr. Ludlam?" "He is a native of Radbourne, and has but just finished at Oxford.... Forgive me, sir; I will but just ride forward and tell them."
A sudden awkward lump jumped into his throat. He began anew, "I should like to say " But what he would like to say would not be said. "Good night," he forced out abruptly and hurried into the night. Jonathan Radbourne stood before the cold fireplace, tugging with both hands at his whiskers. "Miss Summers," he said, "that young man grows nicer all the time." "Yes," she said.
Radbourne opened the casket of her memory to display several well polished anecdotes of a day when the world must have been very bright indeed, full of light and color; chiefest jewel of which concerned a meeting with the elder Booth, from which occasion her husband that very firm man had emerged with credit.
"You've solved it, then?" "I want to call on my latest acquisition. You remember asking, 'Why is Jonathan Radbourne?" Jim nodded, with the smile the thought of that gentleman always evoked. "The answer is, of course Davy." "I'm wondering," said Jim thoughtfully, "just how Davy would like it if he knew you were going to beg a job for him." "I'm not going to beg a job.
Radbourne glanced out into the street, nodded with satisfaction, closed his desk with a bang greatly to the relief of Miss Brown, who would now have leisure to recopy the letters she had bungled and vanished into his cloak-room. At the same moment David strolled into Miss Summers' presence, watch in hand. "The hour has struck," he burlesqued. "What doth it hold?"
Spears, my veteran captain, was one huge smile; Radbourne quietly assured me that all was over now but the shouting; all the boys were happy. And the Rube was the happiest of all. At the hotel he burst out with his exceeding good fortune. He and Nan were to be married upon the Fourth of July! After the noisy congratulations were over and the Rube had gone, Spears looked at me and I looked at him.
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