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Bylash, stroking the glossy moustache which other ladies before her time had admired intensely. Despite her archness Miss Miller had heard with a pang that Miss Weyland was coming to supper, and her reason was not unconnected with this same Mr. Bylash. In earlier meetings she had vaguely noted differences between Mrs. Paynter's pretty niece and herself.
Undoubtedly, the interview would be a painful one for West. How serious an offense the girl considered the editorial had been plain in his own brief conversation with her. And West would have to acknowledge, further, that he had kept quiet about it for a week. Miss Weyland would forgive West, of course, but he could never be the same to her again. He would always have that spot.
That was all the talk about the dismissal that ever took place between them. The Colonel was no believer in fulsome praise for the young. But to others he talked more freely, and this was how it happened that the daughter of his old friend John Randolph Weyland knew that Mr. Queed was slated for an early march upstairs. For Queed the summer had been a swift and immensely busy one.
Now began the movement toward that place, be it never so humble, like which there is none; and amid the throng gathered in the vestibule before the cloak-rooms, West again found himself face to face with Miss Weyland with whom he had stepped many a measure that evening. "I've been thinking about it lots, President West," said she; "it grows better all the time.
The fire on the hearth was suffered to die down, and men drew closer to each other, as Leif told of the tragic love of Helgi and Sigrun, or how Weyland outwitted King Nidad, or how Thor went as bride to Thrym in Giantland, and the old sad tale of how Sigurd Fafnirsbane, noblest of men, went down to death for the love of a queen not less noble.
But he never took any notice of the messages, not even of the one which said that he could look in and see her some afternoon if he wanted to. Concerning a Plan to make a Small Gift to a Fellow-Boarder, and what it led to in the Way of Calls; also touching upon Mr. Queed's Dismissal from the Post, and the Generous Resolve of the Young Lady, Charles Weyland.
The circumstances are such that I do not feel that anybody should know of it just yet, but you. However " "I think you must leave me to decide, after hearing you " "I believe I will. I am not in the least afraid to do so. Miss Weyland, Henry G. Surface is alive."
I lost a grandfather and three uncles in it, and I can't help being interested." The last of the parade went by; the dense crowd broke and overran the street; and Queed stood upon the bottom step taking his leave of Miss Weyland.
In two hours, a trained nurse was sitting by the bed as though she had been there always. The doctor called it a "stroke," superinduced by a "shock." He said that Professor Nicolovius might live for a week, or a year, but was hardly likely to speak again on this side the dark river that runs round the world. Sharlee Weyland reads the Morning Post; of Rev. Mr.
'But, said I, 'surely your one watchman can't look after thirty-seven different places. 'No, said Bobby, 'but they think he does. I laughed and commended his ingenuity. 'But the best part of the joke, said he, 'is that I haven't got any watchman at all." Sharlee Weyland laughed gayly. "Bobby could stand for the portrait of young America."
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