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But when Christopher came back with an infected arm, which might give him trouble, it was not the time to talk of futures. He was invited to spend July at the Dunbars' country home in Connecticut, and Ridgeley brought him out at the week-end. The Connecticut estate consisted of a rambling stone house, an old-fashioned garden, and beyond the garden a grove of white birches.
Ridgeley explained who Miss Aikens was, and her relations to Henry; that Miss Giddings was the daughter of the member of Congress, &c. Mrs. Markham had noticed that Bart spoke of them as "ladies," and not as young ladies, though what mental comment she made upon it was never known.
"I am doing my best not to be conceited and vain, and find it confounded hard work," was the frank, good-natured reply. Mrs. Ridgeley received the following: "JEFFERSON, June 8, 1838. "Dear Mother: A strange thing has happened to me, for which I am indebted to Henry; indeed, I am destined to trade upon his capital. You remember how kind he said a Mr.
I want you to send ten dollars of my pay every two weeks to this address." He took an envelope out of his pocket. "It don't matter what I say or do after this, I want that money sent. The rest will keep me in tobacco and clothing. You understand?" Ridgeley nodded. "Perfectly. I've seen such cases before."
Ridgeley, our continent and our life, with our fresh, young, intense natures, seem to me to contain all the elements of poetry, and the highest drama," said Miss Giddings. "So they seem to us, and yet how much of that is due to our egotism because it is ours who can tell? Of course there is any amount of poetry in the raw, and so it will remain until somebody comes to work it up.
"May I know why you wish this?" a little gravely; "you've heard something said about something and somebody, by other somebodys or nobodys, perhaps." "I have. Mr. Ridgeley is away. You have heard of our obligations to him, and I have taken it upon myself to ask you." "You are a noble girl, Miss Markham. A man might go through fire for you;" enthusiastically. "Thank you."
It's a hell of a thing to say, but I can't let liquor alone when I can smell it. I'm no common hand, or I wouldn't be if I But let that go. I can swing an axe, and I'm ready to work. That's enough. Now the question is, can you find a place for me?" Ridgeley mused a little. The young fellow stood there, statuesque, rebellious. Then Ridgeley said, "I guess I can help you out that much."
"It was upon the back piazza at Ridgeley, after breakfast on that warm September morning, when the air was a silvery haze, and there was no dew upon the roses. I, too, have grown older I trust, wiser and stronger since I talked so largely of my career what I hoped to be and to do. When did you see her Miss Aylett," abruptly, and with a total change of manner.
It is a dreary, wretched evening of an ambitious life. I ventured to tell Winston, last week, that this wonld probably be my last visit to Ridgeley, since I was to be married next month. "To Mr. Chilton, I suppose?" he said. I answered, "Yes!" "You must be almost forty," he next remarked. "You have worn passably well, but you are no longer young." "I am thirty-seven!" said I. "Well!" he answered.
"Do human beings live here?" she asked Ridgeley, when he opened the door of the main shanty of No. 6. "Forty creatures of the men kind sleep and house here," he replied. "To which the socks and things give evidence," said Field, promptly, pointing toward the huge stove which sat like a rusty-red cheese in the centre of the room.
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