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Better marry that pretty girl in the creamery. She'll worship you as a god, make you comfortable. That's all you need from the world." "Marry her yourself; she'll sew and cook for you," said Rantoul, with perfect good humor. "I'm in no danger," said Herkimer, curtly; "you are." "What!" "You'll see." "Listen, you old grumbler," said Rantoul, seriously.
"Let's sit down," said Rantoul, as though suffocating. They placed themselves in wicker easy-chairs, under the heavy-scented rose cupola, disdaining the coffee that waited on a table. From where they were a red-tiled walk, with flower beds nodding in enchanted sleep, ran to the veranda.
While it cannot be claimed that either of these three persons is entitled to a place in general history, it may be said with truth, that the birth of Cushing, Choate and Rantoul in a single county and in a single decade was an unusual circumstance in the affairs of the world. Mr. Robert Rantoul, Sr., as the oldest member, called the Convention to order and presided until the election of Mr.
About the same time it happened that the Massachusetts State House was reconstructed, and William Endicott, as Commissioner, and a near relative of Robert Rantoul, had Morton's name emblazoned in the Hall of Fame with those of Franklin, Morse, and Bell.
In knowledge of diplomacy and international law neither Choate nor Rantoul could be compared to Cushing. In the modern languages he was their superior also, although it is probable that in the knowledge of Latin and Greek he was inferior to Choate. In business matters they were alike defective. In Rantoul there was a lack of continuity of purpose. He was guided by his feelings and opinions.
Governor Briggs had appointed Robert C. Winthrop to the vacancy. The Legislature elected Robert Rantoul, Jr., to the vacancy. Mr. Rantoul was then in the West, and his address was not known to any one. Mr. Ezra Lincoln, a friend to Mr. Winthrop, came to me and said that Mr. Winthrop wished to have Mr.
He seemed clean cut, virile, overflowing with vitality, only it was a different vitality, the snap and decision of a man-of-affairs, not the untamed outrush of the artist. They had spoken scarcely a short five minutes when a knock came on the door and a footman's voice said: "Mrs. Rantoul wishes you not to be late for dinner, sir." "Very well, very well," said Rantoul, with a little impatience.
"Remember Rantoul?" said Herkimer, rolling a cigarette and using a jerky diction. "Clyde Rantoul?" said Stibo. "Don Furioso Barebones Rantoul, who was in the Quarter with us?" said Quinny. "Don Furioso, yes," said Rankin. "Ever see him?" "Never." "He's married," said Quinny; "dropped out." "Yes, he married," said Herkimer, lighting his cigarette. "Well, I've just seen him."
"He's a plutocrat or something," said Towsey, reflectively. "He's rich ended," said Steingall as he slapped the table. "By Jove! I remember now." "Wait," said Quinny, interposing. "I went up to see him yesterday just back now," said Herkimer. "Rantoul was the biggest man of us all. It's a funny tale. You're discussing matrimony; here it is."
"You've given up painting?" said Herkimer all at once. "Yes, though that doesn't count," said Rantoul, abruptly; but there was in his voice a different note, something of the restlessness of the old Don Furioso. "Talk to me of the Quarter. Who's at the Café des Lilacs now? They tell me that little Ragin we used to torment so has made some great decorations.
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