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"I wonder I didn't think of it myself." "Think of what?" inquired Mr. Price. "You'll soon know," said Mr. Spriggs, "and you've only got yourself to thank for it." Uncle Gussie sniffed suspiciously; Mrs. Spriggs pressed for particulars. "I've got out of the difficulty," said her husband, drawing his chair to the tea-table. "Nobody'll suffer but Gussie." "Ho!" said that gentleman, sharply.
"It'll go all right under a fancy waistcoat," was the reply; "and while you're about it, George, you'd better get me a scarf-pin, and, if you could run to a gold watch and chain " He was interrupted by a frenzied outburst from Mr. Spriggs; a somewhat incoherent summary of Mr. Price's past, coupled with unlawful and heathenish hopes for his future. "You're wasting time," said Mr.
And how fared the hospital under this resolve of its visitor? Badly indeed. It is now some years since Mr Harding left it, and the warden's house is still tenantless. Old Bell has died, and Billy Gazy; the one-eyed Spriggs has drunk himself to death, and three others of the twelve have been gathered into the churchyard mould. Six have gone, and the six vacancies remain unfilled!
"It's the only thing worth 'aving love," continued Mr. Price, watching his brother-in-law out of the corner of his eye. "Money is nothing." Mr. Spriggs emptied his glass and, knitting his brows, drew patterns on the cloth with the back of his knife. His wife's foot was still pressing on his, and he waited for instructions. For once, however, Mrs. Spriggs had none to give. Even when Mr.
"Give him what he wants till they're married," she entreated; "after that Alfred can't help himself, and it'll be as much to his interest to keep quiet as anybody else." Mr. Spriggs, who had been a careful man all his life, found the half- sovereign and a few new names, which he bestowed upon Mr. Price at the same time. The latter listened unmoved.
It had been a hard day, her step-mother had been more than usually restless, and the farm-work had been very heavy, for Martha Spriggs was home on a visit; every nerve in her body seemed to quiver with the strain. 'My dearest Paul, Belle wrote, 'I can hardly see for crying, but I promised her that you should know at once. 'Tryphosa went away from us to "the other shore" last night.
Mr. Price stepped swiftly to the small sideboard, and, taking up his hat, clapped it on. He paused a moment at the door to glance up and down the street, and then the door closed softly behind him. Mrs. Spriggs looked at her husband. "Called away to Australia by special telegram," said the latter, winking. "Bill White is a trump; that's what he is." "Oh, George!" said his wife.
"And, besides, Ethel don't know where you've been," continued Mr. Spriggs. "We told 'er that you had gone to Australia. She's going to marry a very partikler young chap a grocer and if he found it out it might be awk'ard." Mr. Price closed his eyes again, but the lids quivered. "It took 'im some time to get over me being a bricklayer," pursued Mr. Spriggs. "What he'd say to you "
From the second day of their acquaintance he called Mr. Potter "Alf," and the young people listened with great attention to his discourse on "Money: How to Make It and How to Keep It." His own dealings with Mr. Spriggs afforded an example which he did not quote.
Spriggs, after a momentary idea of breaking him in pieces and throwing him out into the street, blew out the lamp and went upstairs to discuss the matter with his wife until morning. Mr. Spriggs left for his work next day with the question still undecided, but a pretty strong conviction that Mr. Price would have to have his way.
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