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Of the committee there are few who do not feel assured that Trueman will be capable of fulfilling the duties of the office to which they seek to elevate him; they are not certain, however, that they can secure the nomination for him. Trueman is hopeful; yet he cannot drive from his mind the rumors of disloyalty that are constantly brought to him.
"I will ask him nothing; I shall neither put his truth nor his honour to the trial; truth and honour are not to be expected amongst thieves." "I am not a thief! I have never had anything to do with thieves," cried Hardy, indignantly. "Have you not robbed this old man? Don't you know the taste of these apples?" said Mr. Trueman, taking one out of the basket. "No, sir; I do not.
At the time of his death, of all his fortune there remained but a small part. Mrs. Densmore had not survived her husband a year. Martha was left an orphan. She has an income of $6000, and could live a life of idleness did she so desire. But it was her purpose from girlhood to be always on missions of charity. She had loved Harvey Trueman.
The former had had the precaution to bring a cordial, and the latter had gone back and stuffed her pockets with old baby linen. Mr. Trueman soon procured the assistance of a laborer, who happened to pass by, to help him to carry the mother, and Mrs. Fantom carried the little shivering baby. As soon as they were safely lodged, Mr.
"This is better than campfare," he went on, as the strawberries and cream rapidly disappeared with the bread and butter. "I have a message for you, Kate. Who do you suppose it is from?" said the rather raw youth, with a look that was intended to be very knowing. "If it's from the camp," replied Kate, calmly, "I know no one there except Captain Villiers and Mr. Trueman. Is it from either of them?"
The way it begun wuz and the way Josiah Allen and me come to have any connectin with the story wuz as follers: Some time ago, and previus, we had a widder come to stay with us a spell, she that wuz Tamer Shelmadine, Miss Trueman Pool that now is. Her husband died several years ago, and left her not over and above well off. And so she goes round a-visitin', and has went ever sense his death.
The strangest shroud that ever wrapped mortal remains is used in the interment. The bodies of Metz and Purdy are still being carried by the miners. Now a priest who has accompanied the funeral from the time it crossed the bridge, is escorted through the crowd to the edge of the grave. "Will you conduct the burial service over these two bodies?" Trueman asks of the man of God.
It may not be at the initiative of the miners. But the fear of the magnates is now aroused and they will not hesitate to employ force. Once the appeal to force is made, where is it to end?" "All that you have told me, I shall report to Mr. Purdy," Trueman says, as he extends his hand to grasp that of the plain, earnest miner.
"Wait!" he cried; and holding back the secretary with one hand where was his rheumatism now! he put the other in his pocket and drew thence a document which he held up before Mr. Clavering. "It has not gone yet," said he; "be easy. And you," he went on, turning towards Trueman Harwell, "be quiet, or " His sentence was cut short by the man springing from his grasp. "Let me go!" he shrieked.
She's checked up too high for me. But she can look you through pretty thoroughly, can't she?" "She writes books," Miss Trueman returned, the finality of her tone indicating that she had explained any possible idiosyncrasy of the lady in question. "Oh, I see. And the little red-haired one, does she write books, too?" "No; she's an artist. She smokes too, though.
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