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Updated: June 29, 2025
You'll do it, Diantha, I know you will, with that steady, relentless push of yours. But the cooked food is going to be your biggest power, and you must let me start it right. Now you listen to me, and make Mrs. Thaddler eat her words!" Mrs. Thaddler's words would have proved rather poisonous, if eaten. She grew more antagonistic as the year advanced.
"How does the ranch go?" he asked. "Very well, thank you, Mr. Thaddler." "Them Chinks pay up promptly?" "As prompt as the month comes round. Their rent is a very valuable part of the estate." "Yes," Mr. Thaddler pursued. "They have a good steady market for their stuff. And the chicken man, too. Do you know who buys 'em?" Ross did not. Did not greatly care, he intimated.
That is the way to elevate to enoble domestic service. It must cease to be domestic service and become world service." Suddenly and quietly she sat down. Miss Eagerson was on her feet. So were others. "Madam President! Madam President!" resounded from several points at once. Madam Weatherstone Mrs. Thaddler no! yes they really were both on their feet.
From the counter you took what you liked, and seated yourself, and your friends, at one of the many small tables or in the flat-armed chairs in the big room, or on the broad piazza; and as this gave good food, cheapness, a chance for a comfortable seat and talk and a smoke, if one had time, it was largely patronized. Mr. Thaddler, as an experienced bon vivant, despised sandwiches.
"Nothing on earth between you but your cussed pride!" Mr. Thaddler remorselessly went on. "This ranch is honestly yours by a square deal. Your Jopalez business was worth the money you ran it honestly and extended the trade. You'd have made a heap by it if you could have unbent a little. Gosh! I limbered up that store some in twelve months!" And the stout man smiled reminiscently.
Thaddler was a good deal of a gossip, but this he kept to himself, and did what he could to enlarge the patronage of Union House. The business grew. It held its own in spite of fluctuations, and after a certain point began to spread steadily. Mrs. Bell's coming and Mr. Eltwood's ardent championship, together with Mr.
Thaddler invincible with this new weapon, and what she had so long regarded as her home now visibly Mrs. Weatherstone's, had retired in regal dignity to her old Philadelphia establishment, where she upheld the standard of decorum against the weakening habits of a deteriorated world, for many years. As Mr. Thaddler thought of this sweeping victory, he chuckled for the hundredth time.
"And if you two would like this car I'll send for the other one." Ross shook hands with him. "You are very kind, Mr. Thaddler," he said. "I am obliged to you. But I think we will walk."
Madam Weatherstone was much impressed at this point, and beat her black fan upon her black glove emphatically. Mrs. Thaddler also nodded; which meant a good deal from her. The applause was most gratifying to the speaker, who continued: "Fortunately for the world there are some women yet who appreciate the true values of life."
Thank you for your offer just the same." "Peculiarly offensive young person!" said Mrs. Thaddler to her husband. "Looks to me like one of these literary imposters. Mrs. Porne will probably appear in the magazines before long." Mr. Thaddler instantly conceived a liking for the young person, "sight unseen."
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