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Updated: June 23, 2025
There was a man named Thoburn who was crazy for the property as a summer hotel, and every time I shut my eyes I could see "Thoburn House" over the veranda and children sailing paper boats in the mineral spring. Sure enough, the next afternoon Mr. Thoburn drove out from Finleyville with a suit case, and before he'd taken off his overcoat he came out to the spring-house.
I darted back and put my ear to the door, but they did not come in at once. Mr. Thoburn made a speech, saying how happy he was that they were all well and able to go back to civilization again, where the broiled lobster flourished like a green bay tree and the prune and the cabbage were unknown. There was loud applause, and then Senator Biggs cleared his throat.
Thoburn's speech, it made them babbling lunatics. As I look back, I have a sort of picture of Miss Summers on the floor with Arabella in her lap, and the rest telling how much of the water they had had and crowding around Mr. Thoburn. "It seems hardly likely it was the water," he said, "although from what I recall of my chemistry it is distinctly possible.
He tried to get my eye, but still I looked in the fire. "All traffic's held up, Minnie," he said. "The eight o'clock train is stalled beyond the junction, in a drift. I've wired the conductor, and Carter isn't on it." "Well?" said I. "If we could only get past to-day," Mr. Sam went on; "if Thoburn would only choke to death, or if there was somebody around who looked like Dick.
Thoburn came to the news stand on his way out with the ice-cutting gang to the pond. "Last call to the dining-car, Minnie," he said. "'Will you won't you will you won't you will you join the dance?" "I haven't any reason for changing my plans," I retorted. "I promised the old doctor to stick by the place, and I'm sticking." "As the man said when he sat down on the flypaper.
Among the killed and mortally wounded were Bidwell, Thoburn, Kitching, and that superb soldier and accomplished gentleman, General Charles Russell Lowell, who, although severely wounded in the morning, at the head of his brigade held fast to the stone wall until, in the last decisive charge, his death-blow came.
Thoburn: "To-morrow is too soon: they're not in the mood yet. Perhaps the day after. I'll let you know." I didn't get to sleep until almost morning, and then it was to dream that Mr. Pierce was shouting "Hypocrites" to all the people in the sanatorium and threatening to throw glasses of mustard and warm water at them.
"I'd like to know where to go for rheumatism." "I got mine here," said Mr. Thoburn cheerfully. "It's my opinion this place is rheumatic as well as malarious. And as for this water, with all due respect to the spirit in the spring" he bowed to me "I think it's an insult to ask people to drink it. It isn't half so strong as it was two years ago. Taste it; smell it!
But as I've said before, I can tell a good bit about a man from the way he gives me his glass, and he was in a perfect frenzy of rage. When I reached it back to him he gripped it until his nails were white. My joint ached all the rest of the afternoon. About five o'clock Mr. Thoburn stopped in long enough to say: "What's this I hear about Carter making an ass of himself to-day?"
"I'm sorry, Minnie," he said, "I never dreamed it would do that." "Do what?" "Nothing. You're sure you won't forget?" "I never forget," I said. I had got up the steps by this time and was trying to figure why the spring-house door had two knobs. I hadn't any idea what he meant. "Remember," he said, very slowly, "Thoburn is going to have his party to-night instead of to-morrow. Tell Pierce that.
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