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Walking up to a group of men talking on the veranda, she paused in front of Farnsworth. "I want you," she said, calmly. "I am yours," he responded with equal calm, and throwing away his cigar, turned to go with her. "Don't you want me?" asked Captain Sayre, eagerly. "And me?" added Cromer. "I know you want me," put in Roger, "but you're too shy to say so."
Yet deeplier lies Than any misery of dull despair The fear that you may some day come to prize The things I stand for, when I am not there To fill your needs with all my sympathies. By SUSAN SAYRE TITSWORTH "Well, so long, fellows," said the Goat, and rose to go. "Good-night, old man," responded the cheerful chorus of his hosts.
"You DIDN'T 'butt in'! You're a beautiful dancer, better than Captain Sayre, in some ways, though you don't know so many fancy steps. But you picked up my idea of the apple blossom steps at once!" "Because that's OUR dance. And you're my property to-night, anyway. Didn't Neptune crown the Spirit of the Sea?" "Yes, and I haven't yet thanked you for this lovely wreath! It's the most beautiful thing!
Piano and phonograph going at once, pairs of gigglers in the pantry at the refrigerator, pairs on the stairs and on the verandah, cigar-ashes my cigars and cigarettes over everything, and more infernal spooning going on than I've ever seen in my life." He had resumed his newspaper, to put it down almost at once. "What's that Sayre boy hanging around for?" "I think he's in love with her, Walter."
E. Winslow, Gen. Muster-master provincial forces; Major J. Upham, K. A. D; Rev. Dr. Samuel Seabury, Rev. John Sayre, Captain Maudsley, Amos Botsford, Esq., Samuel Cummings, Esq., Judge John Wardle, Esq., James Peters, Esq., Frederick Hauser." These terms were liberal and were afterwards considerably extended.
His death, which occurred recently, is justly and generally lamented by a people he had served with conspicuous gallantry in war and with great fidelity in peace. The vacancy thus created was filled by the appointment of Hon. Warren G. Sayre, of Indiana.
He had not had his golf after all, for the Homer baby had sent out his advance notice early in the afternoon, and had himself arrived on Sunday evening, at the hour when Minnie was winding her clock and preparing to retire early for the Monday washing, and the Sayre butler was announcing dinner.
And how can we receive them without Aunt Adelaide there?" "For mercy's sake, Mona! Why didn't you tell me this before?" "I wanted it to be a surprise, to welcome you to 'Red Chimneys." "Yes, I know. Well, what CAN we do? We must do something! Shall I telephone to Mrs. Sayre to come and chaperon us?" "She can't come. She has a house party coming to-day.
The small gaieties of the summer were on, dinners, dances and picnics, but her mourning made her absence inconspicuous. She could not, however, avoid Mrs. Sayre. She tried to, at first, but that lady's insistence and her own apathy made it easier to accept than to refuse. Then, after a time, she found the house rather a refuge.
"I well remember your beautiful dancing," said the captain. "Will you give me some waltzes?" "I don't give them plurally," said Patty, smiling at him. "I'll give you one, perhaps; a half one, anyway." "Not enough!" said Captain Sayre, decidedly. "I must have more than that, by fair means or otherwise. Where is your card?" "I haven't any yet; won't it be time enough to get one after supper?"
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