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It was long after noon before he came to the end of the telephone-line in a little store and post-office at the upper falls of Deer Creek. The telephone had a booth fortunately, and he soon had Redfield's ear, but his voice was so strained and unnatural that his chief did not recognize it. "Is that you, Ross? What's the matter? Your voice sounds hoarse."
Among them was Thomas Redfield's annual gift to the Semper Fidelis Club, which brought forth a quick tribute of applause from the seniors, which was seconded by the entire assemblage. "And lastly allow me to mention the latest and one of the most acceptable gifts ever bestowed upon the college," stated President Morton. Grace bowed her head. She had reached the very end of Senior Lane.
Redfield's tone was entirely cordial as he turned to Lee. "I came hoping to carry you away. Will you come?" "I'm afraid I can't unless mother goes," she replied, sadly. Lize waved an imperative hand. "Fade away, child. I want to talk with Mr. Redfield alone. Go, see!" Thus dismissed, Lee went back to the restaurant, where she found the Forester just sitting down to his luncheon. "Mr.
The whole dining-room was still as he finished, and Lee Virginia, with a girl's vague comprehension of the man's world, apprehended in Redfield's speech a large and daring purpose. Gregg sneered. "Perhaps you intend to run for Congress on that line of talk." Redfield's voice was placid.
Even as she had taken off the wide-brimmed sailor hat, when David reached the house in Dr. Redfield's arms, she had made no comment on the close-cropped, flaxen head. She had of course remarked each detail of the little boy's altered appearance, but what she had seen even more clearly was the look in the man's face when he had told her that her little boy was not well.
"Will this deed go unpunished, like the rest?" Redfield's voice had lost its optimistic ring. "I don't know; I am stunned by it all. Don't do anything rash, Ross. Wait till I come. Perhaps this is the turning-point out here. I'll be up at the earliest moment."
"Let me see this Miss Virginia and convey to her Mrs. Redfield's invitation." "She's in the kitchen, I reckon. Go right out." He was rather glad of a chance to see the young reformer in action, and smiled as he came upon her surrounded by waiters and cooks, busily superintending the preparations for the noon meal, which amounted to a tumult each day.
Gone, as it must always go, when the little one of to-day goes speeding on and still on into the dust and weary prose of the hurrying years. Leaving Mrs. Wilson, a neighbor and friend, in care of the house while David slept, Miss Eastman set out for Dr. Redfield's office. In her face was determination; in her hand a broken miniature.
He also stated that Captain Redfield's men, upon learning about the hidden treasure, had agreed to become confederates; and that their master would be treated in every way as a friend, and be given a full share of the treasure, provided he would properly inform them and Captain Brisbau, whom they intended to release immediately, as to its location.
It was only by an effort of the will that he kept in touch with Redfield's remarks. "Enderby never can grow accustomed to his democratic neighbors," Redfield was saying. "He's been here six years, and yet when one of his cowboy friends tells him to 'go to hell' he's surprised and a bit offended." "Oh, it isn't that," explained Mrs.
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