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On the back of one of these vehement protests, carefully filed away, is written in Miss Anthony's penmanship, "Mrs. Stanton's chronic letter before each annual meeting." She never paid the slightest heed to any of these appeals, but went straight ahead, wheeled all of them into line, engaged the speakers, raised the money and carried the convention to a finish.
Stanton's and Van Berg's faces were aglow with pleasure, and it was plain the speaker absorbed all their thoughts. "In the same way he will forget me, after I am dead," said the unhappy girl to herself, and the thought sent a colder chill to her heart, and a deeper pallor to her face. Her gaze seemed to draw his, for he looked up suddenly.
And wasn't seen again until his next strike. Colonel Mannheim, who had carefully puffed a cigar alight and smoked it thoughtfully during Stanton's recitation, dropped the remains of the cigar into an ash receptacle. "Accurate but incomplete," he said quietly. "You must have made some guesses." He looked from Bart Stanton to Dr. Farnsworth. "I'd like to hear them."
Seems Stanton's been playing the fool. They say he's half mad, anyhow, about a lot of things always was, but it is a bit worse since a touch o' the sun he had a year or two ago.
Here followed the terms, and Mr. Stanton's ten reasons for rejecting them. The publication of this bulletin by authority was an outrage on me, for Mr.
There was to be one more incident relating to this poor girl before Benton in its mad rush should forget her. Neale divined the tragedy before it came to pass, but he was as powerless to prevent it as any other spectator in Beauty Stanton's hall. Larry King reacted in his own peculiar way to the news of Ruby's suicide, and the rumored cause.
But now the picture and the name in the paper had brought forth a reaction in Stanton's mind, and he was trying desperately to bring the information out of oblivion. Did he have a mother? Surely but could he remember her? Yes! Certainly. A pretty, gentle, rather sad woman. He could remember when she had died, although he couldn't remember ever having attended the funeral. What about his father?
Stanton's concluding words were as incense to Van Berg, for he prided himself in no slight degree on his even pulse and sensible heart, that, thus far, had given him so little trouble; and he therefore replied, with a certain tinge of complacency and consciousness of security: "You know me well enough, Ik, to be aware that I am becoming almost a monomaniac in my art.
Dance of cannibals, dance of sun-worshipers, dance of Apaches on the war- path, dance of cliff-dwellers wild over the massacre of a dreaded foe only these orgies might have been comparable to that whirl of gold and lust in Beauty Stanton's parlors. Benton seemed breathing hard, laboring under its load of evil, dancing toward its close. Night wore on and the hour of dawn approached.
He could not bear to think of his seeing Sanda again after the Ahmara episode. With a man of Stanton's strange, erratic nature and wild impulses, who could be sure whether but Max would not let the thought finish in his mind. Sanda suddenly dropped the subject. Whether this was because she saw that Max disliked it, or whether she had no more to say, he could not guess.
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