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Updated: June 11, 2025
Ike Jones was obliged to put extra pungs on to his stage line for the accommodation of visitors who included accountants, newspaper reporters, insurance men, and security representatives. Finally, so far as Starr's concern was involved, the affairs of the Egypt Trust Company were shaken down into something like coherence.
They differ from the Peabody and Waterlow buildings of London, described in Bradstreet's last August, from Starr's Philadelphia dwellings, and from the operations of the "Improved Dwellings Association" of New York in these particulars: the latter are financially a pure question of direct investment; are mainly concerned with life among the poor of cities, and, whatever philanthropy may be in their motive, are capable of adaptation to any class of citizens.
The man, who was Ida Starr's father, lifted Lois out, and carried her into the house. She struggled a little. "I can walk," said she, in a weakly indignant voice. Mr. Starr carried her into the sitting-room and laid her down on the sofa. She raised herself immediately, and sat up with a defiant air. "Oh, dear child, do lay down," sobbed her mother.
Having seen a picture of Starr's in Liverpool, which he amiably, termed "a picture among paint," he observed to him on the occasion of their first meeting: "Paint things exactly as they are. I always do. Young men think they should paint like this or that painter.
Won't take but a minute to show yuh." He gave the slight head tilt and the slight wink of one eye which, the world over, asks for a secret conference, and started off around the corner of the house. The sheriff followed noncommittally but he kept close at Starr's heels as though he suspected that Starr meant to disappear somehow.
"Well, old Starr's gone up. Sudden, was n't it? He was a first-rate fellow." "Yes, queer about some things; but he had some mighty good streaks," said another. And so they ran on. Streaks! So that is the reputation one gets during twenty years of life in this world. Streaks! After the funeral I rode home with the family. It was pleasanter than the ride down, though it seemed sad to my relations.
Tarrytown. Second. Isaac Reed's and John Hammond's, near Sawmill river. Third. Starr's and Moses Miller's, one and a half miles in front of Young's. Fourth. Merritt's and neighbouring houses, near Farmer Oakley's. By this arrangement the extent of my command is contracted three miles, and the distance from my left to the Sound is three miles less than before.
Helen May, sitting unabashed on Starr's lap, with an arm around his neck and her head on his shoulder, with her dish towel and gun lying just where she had dropped them on the floor some time before, took Peter's last letter from Starr's fingers and drew it tenderly down along her cheek.
No tall cylindrical or prismatic chimney vomited out smoke, after being fed from the mine itself; no blast-pipe was puffing out its white vapor. The ground, formerly black with coal dust, had a bright look, to which James Starr's eyes were not accustomed. When the engineer stood still, Harry Ford stopped also. The young miner waited in silence.
She could not face Ann Walden's vacant stare, or Sally Taber's coarse cheerfulness. In all her world she was alone, alone! But even as she thought this her weary feet were bearing her to Theodore Starr's little church which was never locked by day or night.
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