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It is also worthy of record that the touch of Flora's hand sent a galvanic stream up Redding's arm, which curled round his head, ran down his spine, and passed out into the rock at the extremities of his ten toes!
But if I did, it wouldn't be Harry Redding's and Joe Anderson's business!" "No," Wolf said, more mildly, "but it might be mine!" Norma realized that he was softening under her distress, and she changed her tone. "Wolf, you know that you can trust me!" she said. "But I don't know anything about him!" Wolf reminded her. "I know that he's twice your age " "He's thirty-eight!"
"Tell me all of it." "Know Redding? He and I saw some tough service together in the old M.H.S. That's the United States Public Health Service now. Redding's the head of it; Surgeon-General. First-class man, every way. So I went to see him and told him we had to have the President, and why. He saw it in a minute. Knew all about the 'Clarion's' fight, too.
Redding was a thriving place of about thirty thousand inhabitants, situated on a long rapids some forty miles from Lake Michigan. The water-power developed from the rapids explained Redding's existence.
So he fell asleep, impatient for the morning. In the hotel at which he lived the REPUBLIC was always placed promptly outside his door; and, after many excursions into the hall, he at last found it. On the front page was his story, "The Red Cross Girl." It had the place of honor right-hand column; but more conspicuous than the headlines of his own story was one of Redding's, photographs.
Tod Robinson; three sons of Judge Robert Robinson; Colonel Zabriskie's pretty daughter Annie; Banker Swift's stately Margaret; General Redding's two sons; Dr. Oatman's son Eugene; beloved Nelly Upton, daughter of the editor of The Sacramento Union; Daniel Yost; Agnes Toll, the sweet singer; and Eliza Denison, my chum.
"All well, thank you. We sailed from Boston on the 14th of October; and before that I spent two days with Rose Red, you remember her? She is married now, and has the dearest little home and such a darling baby." "Yes, I heard of her marriage. It didn't seem much of a match for Mr. Redding's daughter to make, did it?
She timidly put her hand on his, and looked up at him earnestly. "It's about Dick Harris," she said. "I wish you would not be with him so much." Redding's face clouded. "You aren't afraid to trust me?" he asked. "Oh, no; it isn't that," she said hurriedly; "but, Robert, it makes people think such wrong things about you; I can't bear to have you misjudged."
That has been known for some weeks, but it is only to-day that it has been known who is to succeed him. Mr. Vane, that is the name, is it not? she added, turning to her husband. 'The Reverend Bernard Vane, at present vicar of St. Cyprian's, somewhere in the west end of London that is Redding's description of him, Mr. Fairchild replied.
Report had not erred apparently as to the novel qualities of Sam Redding's speed craft. She was about twenty-five feet long, narrow and painted black. She was perfectly flat-bottomed, her underside being deeply notched at frequent intervals. On the edge of those notches she was supposed to glide over the water when driven at top speed.
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