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"But that would not be any reason for his being a bad business man," she reflected shrewdly. And in spite of her woman's misgivings of any person who was errant "that way," she decided to be silent. "He may have regretted it, poor old thing." Snowden left the place with them. Drawn up in front of the building was a small delivery wagon, with a spindly horse and a boy.
Let us now, imagine the different pieces of land in Great Britain to be arranged in order of quality, so that we have a long series, with land of the best quality at one end, and of the poorest quality at the other. At the latter end, we will have such land as is found near the top of Snowden or Ben Nevis, which it clearly does not pay to cultivate at all.
Then Harry, who knew him well, asked: "Say, Jim Bates, are you joking or did you really hear about some wild animals escaping from the circus?" "Indeed I'm not joking!" cried Jim. "I did hear it! Bill Snowden told me. You know he lives over on the road that runs from Rosedale to Blaisdell and the circus went there.
"Anything I can do for you, Miss Ridge?" Snowden asked, glancing down at the ledger indifferently. Milly had an inspiration. "Why, yes, Mr. Snowden," she exclaimed pleasantly. "I should like to talk with you a few moments, if I am not interrupting your work," she added, for Snowden made no move. "Well?" he said gruffly.
Think of it, my dear, out almost every night, dances, rides, picnics, theatres. Perhaps the men were better those days or the girls more innocent." There was one episode, however, of these earlier years that left a deeper mark. The friend who at the opportune moment had offered Horatio his point of stability at Hoppers' was Henry Snowden, a handsome, talkative man of forty-five.
"Wait till I get my report made out, then we'll have a nice long talk, and I will tell you all about it." "There is Mr. Snowden waiting for you." "Never mind him. His bite isn't half so bad as his bark." The men piled into the car, whereupon Manager Snowden unloosed the vials of his wrath because their reports were not in. To his tirade no one gave the slightest heed.
"By the way, how did you happen to get a berth like this, young man?" questioned Tripp. "I thought a fellow by the name of Snowden was running Car Three for old man Sparling." "He was." "Closed?" "Yes." "What for?" "I would rather not talk about that. You will have to ask headquarters, or Snowden himself.
I cast my eye toward my happy pair of rogues and wondered how I could ever extricate them from their position. Suddenly there was a loud pounding upon the table, and in the ensuing quiet the grave and dignified voice of the chairman could be heard: "Gentlemen," he said, "we crave your attention to a song by Mr. John Snowden."
What are you going to do?" "Mr. Snowden said I was to go out with one of the men on a country route." "Then you come along with me, unless he directs you differently. I can give you pointers that would take you a long time to learn were you left to pick them up yourself. Don't say anything to him about it unless he speaks to you, but prepare to go out with me early in the morning.
Teddy shut off the steam, went out on the platform and sat down. "What happened?" he demanded innocently. Perhaps he did not know and perhaps he did. Mr. Snowden did not answer, for the very good reason that he could not. His clothes were ruined. "It looks like a storm," muttered the lad. In this he was not mistaken. A happy thought came to him.
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