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Updated: June 25, 2025
Mayor Samuel Starkweather. President of the Council James M. Coffinberry. Trustees 1st Ward L. J. Rider, George B. Senter. 2d Ward Chas. D. Williams, O. M. Oviatt. 3d Ward Levi Johnson, Randall Crawford. 4th Ward R. R. Herrick, C. S. Ransom. 5th Ward Wm. B. Rezner, G. H. Detmer. 6th Ward Jacob Mueller, L. D. Thayer. 7th Ward J. A. Weber, Thos.
Senter, and the luggage there; left Young Nick having his hand treated; and without so much as crossing the threshold of the hotel, turned Apollo's bright bonnet toward Tintagel and me. Rain was coming down in floods. He said nothing about that, but I knew.
Senter; and for Emily is a tiny model oven, such as the Phoenicians taught the Celts to make and Cornish cottagers bake their bread in to this day.
It looks an old-world town, almost unspoiled, even now, with its far-famed bridge on twenty-four arches, its steeply sloping streets, its quay, and its quaint pink and green houses by the river. Senter, on the Quay along the riverside; and there are some guns there, which they say were lost from the Spanish Armada. While we were walking, who should join us but Dick Burden, back from Scotland!
It is the greatest effort of the kind that we ever witnessed. Messrs. Senter and Coffinberry, two esteemed citizens, are the candidates. Here's a faint attempt at a specimen scene. An innocent German is discovered about half a mile from the polls of this or that ward. They surround him, each shoves a bunch of tickets under his nose, and all commence bellowing in his ears.
The only trouble was, he didn't like to propose such a thing for fear of hurting my feelings; and the conversation ended, according to Mrs. Senter, by the Tyndals planning to suggest the idea to me as if it were their own, then letting the matter rest on my decision. Mrs.
Perhaps I might say good-night to you both?" "Good-night, dear," answered Sir Lionel. I had never heard him call her that before. "Say good-night to Mrs. Senter for me," went on Emily to us both. "Yes," said Sir Lionel. But I don't think he had heard. Mrs. Norton swished silkily out. The door shut. I braced myself, and looked up at him. His eyes were on my face, and they were full of light.
"I might think it my duty to let Sir Lionel know how he's being humbugged. At present I'm shuttin' my eyes to duty, and lookin' at you. What?" "Why does Mrs. Senter want to come with us?" I ventured to inquire. "Because," explained her loyal nephew, "she's fed up with visiting, and she loves motoring. So do I, with the right people. I'm sure it's not much to ask. We won't sponge on Sir Lionel.
As it was, the first truly characteristic things we came upon were the stout stone walls, on which we happened a little short of Kendal. Down to Windermere, a steep but beautiful run; Mrs. Senter by my side, and very enthusiastic. She seems to take an unaffected interest in scenery, with which you would hardly have credited her in old times.
By and by, though, when she found that they were being ruined, she tried to pull her husband up but it was too late; or else he was the sort of person who can't be stopped when he's begun running down hill. Probably she regretted her cousin by that time, as he was rich again, and likely to be richer, as well as very distinguished. Mrs. Senter said that Mr.
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