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Stephen, used to Mr. Whipple's ways, smiled quietly at his mother. He had never dared mention to the Judge his suspicions concerning his journey to Springfield and Freeport. Lincoln's chances for the Republican nomination?" "We hear of no name but Seward's, sir," said Stephen, When he had recovered. The Judge grunted. "Do you think that Lincoln would make a good President?" he added.
Stephen, used to Mr. Whipple's ways, smiled quietly at his mother. He had never dared mention to the Judge his suspicions concerning his journey to Springfield and Freeport. Lincoln's chances for the Republican nomination?" "We hear of no name but Seward's, sir," said Stephen, When he had recovered. The Judge grunted. "Do you think that Lincoln would make a good President?" he added.
This was a trifle discouraging to Stephen. But he stuck to his Chitty and his Greenleaf and his Kent. Whipple's hatred for the new code. Well that he did! There came a fearful hour of judgment. With the swiftness of a hawk Mr. Whipple descended out of a clear sky, and instantly the law terms began to rattle in Stephen's head like dried peas in a can.
I wanted to distinguish myself for you. Now I see how an earnest life might have won you. No, I have not done yet." She raised her head, frightened, and looked at him searchingly. "One day," he said, "one day a good many years ago you and I and Uncle Comyn were walking along Market Street in front of Judge Whipple's office, and a slave auction was going on.
"Did you bring the bugs that go around and around and around?" asked Flossie, as their mother knocked at Mrs. Whipple's door. "Yep," answered Freddie, "And I brought my toy fire engine, too. I wonder if she'll let us squirt real water?" and he nodded toward the door that was not yet opened by Laddie's aunt. "You mustn't do that unless you are told you may," said Mrs. Bobbsey.
The exploit seemed to please the Colonel, who, after he likewise had done the liquor justice, screwed on the lid with ceremony, offered Stephen his arm with still greater ceremony, and they walked off down the street together. Stephen drew from his pocket several of Judge Whipple's cigars, to which his new friend gave unqualified praise. On every hand Vicksburg showed signs of hard usage.
Whipple's eye consulted that of his cashier and he broke off. Quietly the clerks got out with the last load of securities; Knapp closed the door carefully behind them, and as he returned to us, Whipple repeated, "I had no idea it was so big," his tone almost pleading as he looked from one to the other. "But I felt from the first that we'd better keep this thing to ourselves.
Whipple's smooth voice sounded in its most conciliatory tones: "We all know your generosity, Hyde. Let us hope that by next year Garwood will have learned from you the spirit of giving." Kenneth swung around and faced the instructor. "May I ask, sir, how much you gave?" "Me? Why ah I think the teachers are not required I should say expected to ah contribute," answered Mr. Whipple agitatedly.
Whipple's orders cleared a corner of his inner office and bedroom of papers and books and rubbish, and there the bulky instrument was finally set up. It occupied one-third of the space. The Judge watched the proceeding grimly, choking now and again from the dust that was raised, yet uttering never a word. He locked the lid when the van man handed him the key, and thrust that in his pocket.
Parting the bushes after her, Clarence found his cousin confronting a large man, whom he recognized as the carrier who brought messages from the South. "What's the matter, Jinny?" he demanded. "Pa has got through the lines," she said breathlessly. "He he came up to see me. Where is he, Robinson?" "He went to Judge Whipple's rooms, ma'am. They say the Judge is dying.
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