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But in an adjoining room she heard Aunt Wess' stirring. Wake up, girlie. It's late, and there's worlds to do." "Oh, it's freezing cold, Laura. Let's light the oil stove and stay in bed till the room gets warm. Oh, dear, aren't you sleepy, and, oh, wasn't last night lovely? Which one of us will get up to light the stove? We'll count for it.
Gerardy, his nostrils expanded, gave her his back. The older people, who were not to take part Jadwin, the Cresslers, and Aunt Wess' retired to a far corner, Mrs. Cressler declaring that they would constitute the audience. "On stage," vociferated Monsieur Gerardy, perspiring from his exertions with the furniture. "'Marion enters, timid and hesitating, L. C. Come, who's Marion?
They're hard to read, and they sound somehow frilled up and fancy. But if you're satisfied, Laura " "I knew a young man once," began Aunt Wess', "who had a boat that was when we lived at Kenwood and Mr.
"Why, that's the duke, don't you see, Aunt Wess'?" said Laura trying to explain. "And he forgives her. I don't know exactly. Look at your libretto." " a conspiracy of the Bears ... seventy cents ... and naturally he busted." The mezzo-soprano, the confidante of the prima donna, entered, and a trio developed that had but a mediocre success.
He even succeeded in achieving the consecration of a specified afternoon once a week, spent in his studio in the Fine Arts' Building on the Lake Front, where he read to them "Saint Agnes Eve," "Sordello," "The Light of Asia" poems which, with their inversions, obscurities, and astonishing arabesques of rhetoric, left Aunt Wess' bewildered, breathless, all but stupefied.
Jadwin?" inquired Landry, as he prepared to go down town after breakfast. "I always see him in Mr. Gretry's office the first thing. Any message for him?" "No," answered Laura, simply. "Oh, by the way," spoke up Aunt Wess', "we met that Mr. Corthell on the corner last night, just as he was leaving. I was real sorry not to get home here before he left.
At the same moment Laura, thrown across her bed, wept with a vehemence that shook her from head to foot. But she had not the least compunction for what she had said, and before the month was out had said good-by to Barrington forever, and was on her way to Chicago, henceforth to be her home. A house was bought on the North Side, and it was arranged that Aunt Wess' should live with her two nieces.
"Laura is so fly-away," she observed, soberly. When Laura told the news to Aunt Wess' the little old lady showed no surprise. "I've been expecting it of late," she remarked. "Well, Laura, Mr. Jadwin is a man of parts. Though, to tell the truth, I thought at first it was to be that Mr. Corthell. He always seemed so distinguished-looking and elegant. I suppose now that that young Mr.
The saints in the windows looked odd and unecclesiastical; the whole suggestion of the place was uncanonical. In the organ loft a tuner was at work upon the organ, and from time to time the distant mumbling of the thunder was mingled with a sonorous, prolonged note from the pipes. "My word, how it is raining," whispered Aunt Wess', as the pour upon the roof suddenly swelled in volume.
But Aunt Wess' was still unsatisfied. "I don't see yet," she complained, "why the young man, the one with the pointed beard, didn't marry that lady and be done with it. Just as soon as they'd seem to have it all settled, he'd begin to take on again, and strike his breast and go away. I declare, I think it was all kind of foolish." "Why, the duke don't you see.
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