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Pemberton, for instance how aggravatingly prosperous he looks! Do you see how he beams with good nature on all the world? I should say that he is a jovial man and yet, you know, he has been down there, as they said of Dante." "Perhaps it goes by opposites. What I have read of Mr. Walcott's poetry is rather light than sad except one or two pieces in The Decade." "Poor man!
"It will answer as well as any, I suppose; but it has in it more of the elements of tragedy than of comedy." At Walcott's request the date of the wedding was set early in January, he having announced that business would call him to the South the first week in December for about a month, and that he wished the wedding to take place immediately upon his return.
Kate was quick to observe the change in Walcott's manner and to note the malignity lurking in the half-closed eyes whenever they encountered her own or her father's gaze, and, while saying nothing to excite or worry the latter, redoubled her vigilance, seldom leaving him alone. Affairs had reached this state when, with the early spring days, Mr.
Kate, realizing that all further appeal to her father was useless, as a last resort trusted to Walcott's sense of honor, that, when he should fully understand her feelings towards himself, he would discontinue his attentions. But in this she found herself mistaken.
In thus complying with the stranger's request, she was actuated by a desire to keep the peace, which, as her notice of Edward Walcott's crimsoned cheek and flashing eye assured her, was considerably endangered.
Upon seeing him Walcott's face took on a ghastly hue and he seemed for a moment on the verge of collapse, but he quickly pulled himself together, regarding Darrell meanwhile with a venomous malignity seldom seen on a human face. Not the least surprised man in the crowd was Darrell himself.
It took two days to get ready. After the German on Thursday night, the howl was announced to come off in Number Thirteen, West Wing. This, of course, was the boudoir; but nobody but the initiated knew that. It was supposed to be Maud Walcott's room.
When engaged in this work he used the room which had formerly been his own office and which of late had been unoccupied. Returning to his office after the transaction of some outside business, to await, as usual, the carriage to convey Mr. Underwood and himself to The Pines, he heard Walcott's voice in the adjoining room.
Thus John Britton bade the East farewell and turned his face towards the great West, mindful only of the grave under the elms, to which the river murmured night and day, and with no thought of return until he, too, should come to share that peaceful resting place. Spring had come again and Walcott's probationary year with Mr. Underwood had nearly expired.
Previous, however, to Walcott's experiments, or rather results, my friend and colleague, Professor John W. Draper, of the New York City University, was very successful in his investigations, and with him I was engaged for a time in attempting portraits. "In my intercourse with Daguerre I specially conversed with him in regard to the practicability of taking portraits of living persons.
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