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Armstead and Streeter, had been elected from Carroll County on an independent ticket. They classed themselves politically as Independent or Alcorn Republicans. Carroll was the only doubtful county in the State that the Democrats failed to carry.
I see," said Miss Neville; "this conversation is not to your taste. You are going to plead an appointment as if anyone could have an appointment at this hour in the morning!" "Nevertheless," said Streeter, "I have; and I must bid you good-bye. But I assure you that my eyes have been opened, and that I have learned a lesson to-night which I will not soon forget.
Inside the door marked Hammond and Streeter a pleasant-faced young man advanced to meet him, and led him to a grey-haired and affable gentleman, Mr. Streeter. And Montague introduced himself as a stranger in town, from the South, and wishing to buy some stock. Mr. Streeter led him into an inner office and seated himself at a desk and drew some papers in front of him. "Your name, please?" he asked.
Holly, he says ter Streeter: 'You give me a thousand dollars and I'll pay ye back on a sartin day; if I don't pay, you can sell my farm fur what it'll bring, an' TAKE yer pay. Well, now here 't is. Mr. Holly can't pay, an' so Streeter will put up the farm fur sale." "What, with Mr. and Mrs. Holly LIVING here?" "Sure! Only they'll have ter git out, ye know." "Where'll they go?"
"'I assure you it's all right if Todd Walters made it, answered the doctor. 'I'm willing to guarantee him to any extent. He's "all wool and a yard wide" in everything he does, and, if you don't find his lemonade is pure stuff, made of real lemons, my name is not James Streeter.
From the days when, a tiny, bare-legged urchin in ragged frock, he had dropped his piece of string with its bent pin at the end into the narrow, shallow brooklet behind his father's house, through early boyhood's season of roaming along Gale River, wading Black Brook, rowing a leaky boat on Streeter or Mink Pond, through youth, through manhood, on and on into old age, his life had apparently been one long day's fishing an angler's holiday.
"I don't care to give my name," replied the other. And Mr. Streeter put down his pen. "Not give your name?" he said. "No," said Montague quietly. "Why?" said Mr. Streeter "I don't understand " "I am a stranger in town," said Montague, "and not accustomed to dealing in stocks. I should prefer to remain unknown." The man eyed him sharply. "Where do you come from?" he asked.
Each of the boys carried a clasp knife and a pocket, watertight match safe. Nothing had been loaded on the canoe, as Mr. Streeter wanted to be sure that Dick could stay in it, before he filled it with goods that water might harm.
Did she add that I detested them?" Even Streeter was not able to conceal the fact that this remark caused him some surprise. He laughed uneasily, and said: "On the contrary, Mrs. Woodford led me to believe that you had liked them." The girl leaned back in her chair, and looked at him with half-closed eyes. "Of course," she said, "Mrs. Woodford does not know.
He knew that Davison was going to be in Paris for at least a fortnight, and he had a particular reason for wishing to come across him in the streets of that city rather than in the streets of London. Streeter was a young author who had published several books, and who was getting along as well as could be expected, until suddenly he met a check.
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