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Langdon drew forth a thick black perfecto and settled back luxuriously in his chair, after another glance at Mrs. Spangler's clock. He was absorbed in a mental résumé of his forthcoming speech and did not hear the next words of the woman, addressed pointedly to his daughters. "Do you know, really, why this luncheon was given to-day?" she queried.
Haines bustled away to get a few mouthfuls of lunch to fortify himself for a busy afternoon one that was going to be far busier than he imagined. The telephone bell rang at the Senator's desk. It was Mrs. Spangler's voice that spoke. "Senator Langdon," she said, "Carolina and Hope Georgia are here at my home for luncheon, and we all want you to join us."
"Hello, Max!" cried a voice from behind the bushes, and the next moment a stout youth landed on Max Spangler's back, carrying him down with a crash in the brushwood. "What are you doing here, anyway?" At the interruption the whole Flockley crowd started to their feet, and turning, beheld not only Max and the boy who had come up so suddenly, but also Songbird.
The rumble of wheels was heard outside. "Hurry, father!" cried Hope Georgia. The Senator hurried down the stone steps of Mrs. Spangler's residence as rapidly as his weight and the excitement under which he labored would permit. Opening the coach door, he plunged inside to come face to face with Bud Haines, who had huddled down in a corner to avoid observance from the Spangler windows.
The planter hesitated, then replied: "All right. I'll be over, but it mustn't be a very long luncheon." "Gone to eat; back by 3 o'clock," he scratched quickly on a pad on the secretary's desk, and departed. Mrs. Spangler's luncheons were equally as popular in Washington as Senator Langdon's dinners. The Mississippian and his daughters enjoyed the delicacies spread lavishly before them.
With the firm he remained several years, and then engaged for about two years with a dry goods firm in New York city. In October, 1853, Mr. Baldwin came to Cleveland, and on the completion of Northrup & Spangler's Block, commenced the retail branch of the dry goods business, his father, S. I. Baldwin, being a partner in the business for the first three years. Mr.
You told me to suit her." "Yes, but did she not tell you to trim it like General Spangler's?" "I am very much mistaken, Mr. Chapin, if it is not precisely like his." "Oh! no; his has a much richer look than mine." "The style of trimming is just the same, Mr. Chapin; but you certainly did not suppose that a carriage trimmed with worsted lace, would look as well as one trimmed with silk lace?"
Pap's sold his wheat at a dollar and four bits. Peaches about half killed. Had good luck with his lambs. Wheat's lookin' unusually well. Beck Spangler's married Josh Wilson, whose wife died last Fall, leavin' him two little children. Brindle cow's come in fresh, with a nice calf, quarter Jersey. Copperhead's gittin' sassy agin.
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