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"Wal, I do declare, if that aint the highfalutin' light they were a-tellin' about up to Wiggleses t'other night." This was an unlucky speech for Mr. Spriggins. Melindy's face was black as Erebus in less than a minute and her eyes fairly darted fire. "Don't mention those Wiggleses agin Mose, or as sure as my name is Melindy Jane Thrasher, I'll never speak to you agin!"
Agent, I'm not a married feller but have a terrible good mind to hitch on one of these days and that's the reason I'm here to-day." "A poor place this to come to look for a wife," remarked an elderly gentleman in a gruff voice, who had just entered on business as the last words had been repeated. A happy smile illuminated Mr. Spriggins' face as he rose to retaliate.
Spriggins, and then once more addressed the gentleman behind the desk. "Well, now, Mr. Agent, suppose you don't mind me a askin' a few questions on this eer bisness." "Not at all sir, that is our pleasure Mr. "Spriggins sir. I'm Moses Spriggins of Mill Crossin', but they allus call me Mose to hum for short." Mr.
Verne's hand trembled violently as he re-read the letter. He was deeply agitated, but fortunately the fact escaped Mr. Spriggins' notice. "I am deeply indebted to you, sir," said Mr. Verne, addressing his visitor. "I trust some day I shall be able to repay you." There was an earnestness in the tones and also a look of gratitude that made Mr.
Moses Spriggins was in a state of dire confusion as he surveyed the smiling throng of intelligence, grace and beauty, and last, but not least, the pretty and becoming costumes of the fair wearers. Foremost in the group is Marguerite Verne.
Wal, I b'lieve the guverment is right, and at the nixt 'lection I'll remember every word you've said. I allus thought they was the squarest fellars we've ever had yet them fellars that got out this ere policy." "The National Policy; Mr. Spriggins," ventured Marguerite, smilingly. "People may talk to the contrary but it has done much to improve matters.
Moses Spriggins drew Miss Marguerite's Verne's attention to his legal proceedings that Phillip Lawson should be turning over certain facts in his memory in order to elucidate some important problems as regards his relation to this fair being.
"Why as I was a-hangin' up your Sunday trousers some of 'em fell out and I couldn't help a-lookin' at the writin' on the back. "From as fine a gentleman as ever walked the streets of St. John," cried Moses quite emphatically. "What's comin' next! You, Moses Spriggins of Mill Crossin', a ritin' letters to a gentleman. Let's hear all about it.
Let us glance at some of the familiar faces as they pass to and fro through the figures of a quadrille. Mrs. Arnold is opposite us, looking quiet and content. She is happy in the thought that she is trying to do her duty, and by striving to live for others to atone for the past. "You are doing nicely, Mr. Spriggins," says she to her partner, by way of encouragement.
"Well, let's hear what you have to say for yourself; but remember, you must not palaver it up to suit yourself, or I'll soon find out sure as my name is Jerushy Ann Spriggins." Moses had, to a certain extent, allayed Mrs.
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