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Snelling's hair was, to be sure, sprinkled lightly with gray, but this hint of maturity was given the lie by his ruddy, unlined countenance and the youthfulness with which he wore his clothes.
And that was not the only boon that came with Snelling's presence, for with three workers in the shop Robert Morton found not infrequent chances to steal into the kitchen, where Delight was busy with household tasks, and enjoy the rapture of a word or two with her. Never were there such days of enchantment as these!
But come, boy; your mother is even now sure you have wandered to the river." And Dad, with a mighty swing, shoulders Will, steadying him with a palm under both small feet; then pauses at Mistress Snelling's questioning. "Is it true," she inquires, "that the players are coming?" Sandy-hued Mistress Sadler stiffens and bridles at the question.
Neither he nor William Durgin was ever seen again in the flesh in Stillwater; but they both still led, and will probably continue for years to lead, a sort of phantasmal, legendary life in Snelling's bar-room. Durgin in his flight had left no traces.
This, then, was the reason Snelling had filched from Willie his invention, that he might have greater riches to lay at the feet of his fiancée, and perhaps reach more nearly a financial equality with her family. He saw it all now. And probably it was Snelling's jealousy of himself that had led him to retaliate by heaping his unwelcome attentions on Delight.
Another excursion was up the San Joaquin to Stockton, a town of some ten thousand inhabitants, a hundred miles from San Francisco, and crossing the Tuolumne and Stanislaus and Merced, by the little Spanish town of Hornitos, and Snelling's Tavern, at the ford of the Merced, where so many fatal fights are had.
So absorbed was he in its growth and progress that it never crossed his mind to marvel that two men of Howard Snelling's and Robert Morton's ability should sacrifice to the invention the golden hours of the rare June days. Their interest was nothing miraculous. Who wouldn't have been interested in such a wonderful undertaking? Indeed, Mr.
At the same instant there was a sound at the door. "Aunt Tiny wants to know " The three men glanced up simultaneously, and Mr. Snelling's jaw dropped with amazement. "I beg your pardon," murmured Delight. "I did not know there was any one here." "It's only Mr. Snelling, a friend of Bob's," Willie hastened to say. "Mr. Snelling is also a friend of Mr.
Snelling, graciously placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. It was unaccountable, absurd, that Bob should have shrunk at the touch; nevertheless he did so. "Don't you think," he replied abruptly, "that the sooner we go in and get to work the better? How long do you expect to be able to stay here?" Again the color crept into Snelling's cheek, but this time he was quite master of himself.
Snelling's little daughter. We searched the records at the quartermaster's office in vain for a description of his brother's grave, that we might make sure of the spot, as the Tully family wish to erect a monument to his memory.
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