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Updated: May 5, 2025
Among the young men was Harry Tuttle, the clerk in the confectionery and fancy goods store, a young man whose father had once sent him for a term to a neighbouring seminary, as a result of which classical experience he still retained a certain jaunty student air verging on the rakish, that was admired by the girls and envied by the young men. And there, above all, was Tom Longman.
So I smoothed him down till he promised to donate all the lemonade for Aggie Tuttle, who was to be Rebekkah at the Well; and I smoothed Henry Lehman till he said he'd let his folks come and buy chances on things, even if the country was getting overrun by foreigners, with an Italian barber shop just opened in the same block with his sanitary shaving parlour; though thank goodness the Italian hadn't had much to do yet but play on a mandolin.
But well the truth is, Emerson, I could n't help thinkin' what hard lines it would be for Mrs. Emerson if anything should happen to you." The tears came into Mead's eyes, and he turned away as Tuttle went on: "I told Nick not to send for you, but the darned kiote went and done it without me knowing it!" "No, I didn't," Nick exclaimed. "I just told him we was in a hole and I was drunk!
He asked for an account of her childhood, and forced her to lay bare the nature of her relations with her sister. But little was gained by this, for their relations seemed to have been of a sympathetic character up to the time of Veronica's return from school, when they changed somewhat; but how or why, Miss Tuttle was naturally averse to saying.
'To lie, says he, 'with relaxed muscles on the carpet of pine needles and look up through the gently swaying branches of majestic trees at the fleecy white clouds, dreaming away the hours far from the sordid activities of the market place, is one of the best nerve tonics in all the world. It was an unfortunate phrase for Wilfred, because some of the husbands had tiptoed out of the grillroom to listen, and there was a hearty cheer at this, led by Jeff Tuttle.
A knock at the door interrupted, and Tuttle entered the room. Confused thus to find himself in the presence of Dorothy as well as Garrison, Tuttle snatched off his hat and looked about him helplessly. "How are you, Tuttle?" said Garrison. "Glad to see you. Come back in fifteen minutes, will you? I want your report." "Fifteen minutes; yes, sir," said Tuttle, and he backed from the place.
Jeffrey and the handsome Miss Tuttle had been entirely of her own weaving, and that the person of Veronica Moore, rather than the large income she commanded, had been the attractive power which had led him away from the older sister. This seemed improbable; for the charms of the poor little bride were not to be compared with those of her maturer sister.
"You-all can have some coffee," and he stepped back to the door and gave the order. Ellhorn sat up and looked with indignant surprise at his friend. "Tom Tuttle " he began. "Shut up!" Tuttle interrupted. "Come and soak your head." Ellhorn submitted to the head-soaking without protest, but drank his coffee with grumblings that it was not coffee, but cocktails, that he wanted.
"He said nothing at all of leaving New York?" "Not a word." "You are positive he bought a ticket for Branchville?" "Oh, sure," said Tuttle. Garrison reflected for a moment. "I rather wish you had followed. However, he may return. Keep your eye on the place where he was rooming. Have you noticed anyone else around the office here reporters, for instance?" "No.
"Well, Billy," spoke up Jake Tuttle who had come out strongly for a dry town, a dry state and a dry country, "you're fair and square and a-doing all you honestly can. Maybe the time will come when you'll feel that voting it out is the only thing."
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