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Wainwright took ill and died; soon after Mathieson went to Queensland; and in less than eight short years three general managers had succeeded Mr. Wainwright. They were good to me when I left Glasgow. I was presented with a valuable testimonial at a banquet at which Mr. Wainwright presided and at which my good friend, G. G., made a fine speech.
Wainwright was too proud and jubilant to scold him for his temerity, and stood smiling at her gate, calling to the neighbours to "Jest see our Gaffer! Theer, he's gone an' oppened window all hissel', an's lookin' out same's ony on us."
" What ? " she shouted. Coleman ? " " Yes," answered Marjory. " Coleman." As she spoke the name her eyes were shot with soft yet tropic flashes of light. Mrs. Wainwright dropped suddenly back into her chair. "Well-of-all-things!" The professor was stroking his daughter's hair and although for a time after Mrs.
You see, in my territory there are no missionaries to get into trouble, and I was living a life of undisturbed and innocent calm, ridiculing the sentiments of men from Smyrna and other interesting towns who maintained that the diplomatic service was exciting. However, when the Wainwright party got lost, my life at once became active. I was all but helpless, too; which was the worst of it.
My uncomfortable reflections were broken by the clanging engine-bells and the forward movement of the passengers as the steamboat passed into the slip at Long Wharf. "Stand together, boys," I cautioned my men. "Keep back of the crowd. Wainwright will take the boy, and the rest of you see that nobody gets near him." "All right," said Wainwright, lifting the child in his arms.
I lingered a moment by the door to see that all my party passed in. "There's Wainwright," whispered Porter, who closed the procession. "Where?" I asked, a dim remembrance of the mission on which I had sent him in pursuit of the snake-eyed man giving the information a sinister twist. Porter gave a chirrup, and Wainwright halted at the door.
Was she in the smoker?" "No, she was in Section 3 of the Pullman." "I wish I had happened to go into the other Pullman, but, of course, I couldn't know the young lady you were interested in was riding there." "She wasn't." "But you've just told me " "That I said in the letter you took so much trouble to lose that I expected to marry the young woman passing under the name of Miss Wainwright."
Cousin Percy was not overcome with joy; at least, he managed to restrain his ecstasy. Mr. Holway volunteered a word. "Is it the Wainwright Recital you are talking about?" he inquired, eagerly. "That's all right. I can get cards for that. It's a cinch. I'll see that you go, Miss Dott. By George! I'll I'll go myself. Yes, I will, really. We'll all go."
"How cleverly you do sketch," Miss Dimmont said, under her breath; "but it was horrid of you to make me laugh." "You are grateful," Fenton returned, in the same tone. "You know I kept you from being bored to death." "I have a cousin, Miss Wainwright," pursued Miss Dimmont, "whose picture we want you to paint."
It was due in part to recollections of this legend and others of a similar character that people laughed when they said, "Oh yes, I know Dave BEASLEY!" Altogether, I should say, Beasley was about the most popular man in Wainwright. I could discover nowhere anything, however, to shed the faintest light upon the mystery of Bill Hammersley and Simpledoria.
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