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"Miss Tebbs has told me of the sacrifice you made. You deserve double congratulations for the part you played behind the scenes." "It was nothing," murmured Grace, her color rising. "If you are ready, suppose we go. Mrs. Gray wishes you and Mr. Southard to go in her carriage, Miss Tebbs. The rest of us will go in the two automobiles." As they moved toward the door, Grace left them.
"It was a well-merited snub, and she deserved it." To spend their brief holiday with the Southards was the next best thing to going home, in the opinion of the Oakdale girls. Mr. Southard met them at the station with his automobile, and a twenty minutes' drive brought them to the Southard home. Miss Southard met them at the door with welcoming arms.
If I am anywhere near here when your play is enacted, I shall make it a point to come and see it." Shaking hands warmly with Miss Tebbs and bowing to the admiring girls, Mr. Southard hurriedly departed, leaving his audience devoured with curiosity as to the chosen ones. Anne stood perfectly still, looking rather dazed. The unexpected had happened.
Southard was in love with her. She didn't know it then. She knows it now though, and she likes him." "You certainly can see what is hidden from the eyes of the rest of us. How do you know she knows it?" "Oh, she was talking to me the other day about Anne, and she mentioned Mr. Southard's name in a kind of self-conscious way, not in the least like her usual self.
What, then, if he were called to account by the Department for violating the order of 1807? Should he keep him? What, then, if Nolan should be liberated some day, and should bring an action of false imprisonment or kidnapping against every man who had had him in charge? I urged and pressed this upon Southard, and I have reason to think that other officers did the same thing.
Southard is playing 'Hamlet' and so we shall have the opportunity of seeing him in what the critics consider his greatest part." "Remember, we haven't asked permission to go, yet," remarked Grace. "The registrar couldn't be so cruel as to refuse us," said Miriam cheerfully. "Let's besiege her fortress in a body." "When shall we make our plea?" "To-morrow morning after chapel," suggested Anne.
The party at home was an informal affair in which there were many cooks, but no broth spoiled. To see Mr. Southard earnestly engaged in making a Welsh rarebit, an accomplishment in which he claimed to be highly proficient, one would never have suspected him of being able to thrill vast audiences by his slightest word or gesture.
For an instant I thought it was from my father, but the hand writing was not his. I opened it, and who do you suppose it was from?" "I don't know, and I'm a poor guesser, so tell me," responded Grace. "It was from Mr. Everett Southard." "No! Really?" cried Grace. "How nice of him to write to you." "But I haven't told you the nicest part," continued Anne.
Southard and his sister were to meet her at the Jersey station, but careful little soul that she was, Anne decided that in case anything unforeseen arose to prevent their coming, she would have less difficulty in finding her way about in daylight. "Take good care of yourself, Anne," commanded Nora, patting Anne on the shoulder. "You do the same," replied Anne.
Southard," said Anne, and the door opened to admit the eminent actor, who looked bigger and handsomer than ever in his long coat and soft black hat. Then Anne presented him to Mrs. Gibson, and a general handshaking ensued. For the third time that night they were handed into the "uncomplaining but over-worked taxicab," according to Nora's version, and set out for the Southard home.
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