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She had noticed an irascible sensitiveness in him alert against a shadow of disagreement; and as he was kind when perfectly appeased, the sop was offered by him for submission. She noticed that even Mr. Whitford forbore to alarm the sentiment of authority in his cousin. If he did not breathe Sir Willoughby, like the ladies Eleanor and Isabel, he would either acquiesce in a syllable or be silent.
Five minutes afterward, as Mrs. Whitford sat in her carriage at the door of Mr. Birtwell's palace home, her son was pushed in, half resisting, by two waiters, so drunk that his wretched mother had to support him with her arm all the way home. Is it any wonder that in her aching heart the mother cried out, "Oh, that he had died a baby on my breast!" AMONG the guests at Mr. and Mrs.
"I guess you'll catch 'em all right!" put in Ned, who was at his chum's side as they walked along a quiet Shopton street in the darkness. "There's not an aeroplane going that can beat yours, Tom." "Well, perhaps I COULD get them," admitted the young inventor. "But " "Then you'll undertake this work for Uncle Sam?" interrupted Mr. Whitford eagerly. "Come, Tom, I know you will."
Whitford, looking in the pilot house from the cabin, just aft of it. "But there is no use waiting around here any more, Tom. They gave us a false clew, all right." "Bless my police badge!" cried Mr. Damon. "They must be getting desperate." "I believe they are," went on the custom officer. "They are afraid of us, and that's a good sign. We'll keep right after 'em, too.
Nora giggled behind her fingers, but her mistress did not even smile at the awkwardness of Patrolman McGuffey. "Thank you so much," she said sweetly. While Beatrice Whitford waited in the little library for the Arizonan to join her, she sat in a deep chair, chin in hand, eyes fixed on the jetting flames of the gas-log. A little flush had crept into the oval face.
He's going to the depot to get a train, I guess," and he pointed to the government man, who had so lately interviewed Tom. "I'm going to speak to him!" impulsively declared Ned. "I wouldn't," objected Tom, but his chum had already hastened on ahead, and soon was seen talking excitedly to Mr. Whitford. Tom sauntered up in time to hear the close of the conversation.
Elliott by three or four ladies, members of his congregation, who surrounded him and Dr. Hillhouse, and cut short their conversation. Meanwhile, Ellis Whitford had already half forgotten his painful interview with his mother in the pleasure of meeting Blanche Birtwell, to whom he had recently become engaged.
Though she had in fact been giving battle to it for several months, she had held her own too well to perceive definitely the character of the spirit opposing her. She said to the ladies, "Ah, no! Mr. Whitford has chosen the only method for teaching a boy like Crossjay." "I propose to make a man of him," said Sir Willoughby. "What is to become of him if he learns nothing?"
They were talking over plans for the annual election of officers of the Bird Cage Mining Company. Whitford was the largest stockholder and Bromfield owned the next biggest block. They controlled it between them. "Dad, Rob Roy bolted and Mr. Lindsay stopped him before I was thrown." Whitford rose, the color ebbing from his cheeks. "I've always told you that brute was dangerous.
He stopped, struck by an odd expression on the face of his daughter. She had stooped and picked up a small fragment of shaving from the floor. Her eyes went from it to a plank in the partition and then back to the thin crisp of wood. "What is it, honey?" asked Whitford. The girl turned to Muldoon, alert in every quivering muscle.
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