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Opening the carefully folded paper he read its stereotyped phrasing, all of which is too serious to be herein repeated. Suffice it to say that it secured for Durand Leroux, Second Class Herbert Taylor, Second Class Ralph Wilber, Third Class Jean Paul Nichols, Third Class Gordon Powers, Third Class Douglas Porter, Third Class
Wish 't had been my hat. I 'd 'a' had it framed an' labeled, an' hung up on the wall there." "Yes, I remember," nodded the Squire; then he added with a complacent smile: "The mischievous little lad used my overshoe for a fish-pond once I have that overshoe yet." "Have ye now?" asked Seth Wilber enviously. "I want ter know!
I am infinitely content to even have you thus, and know you love me somewhat. Yes, I know, sweet," he said with a sad smile as she kissed his hand in passionate regret "the very best you can, with all the heart you have. I know, I know!" Quite late in the evening, Sheldon Wilber came. After sitting an hour or so, talking gayly, he rose to go.
Indeed, it is said that even now his native village fails to recognize the honor that is hers. "Jehoshaphat!" exclaimed Seth Wilber faintly. Fletcher folded the paper and brought his fist down hard upon it. "There's more a heap more," he cried excitedly. "But how what " stammered Jared, whose wits were slow on untrodden paths.
A Mushroom of Collingsville There were three men in the hotel office that Monday evening: Jared Parker, the proprietor; Seth Wilber, town authority on all things past and present; and John Fletcher, known in Collingsville as "The Squire" possibly because of his smattering of Blackstone; probably because of his silk hat and five-thousand-dollar bank account.
So out of school-hours my time was mostly spent with one or the other, or all of them. Sheldon Wilber and I are of the same age, and having been my father's constant companion, I was better up in all his studies than he was himself; so I used to do his college lessons with him, until he got to thinking, as he used to say, I was his very breath.
And will you inform me what all this is about?" "About? Why, it's about Professor George Marvin, to be sure," rejoined Squire Fletcher. "Pray, what else should it be about?" "I guess you know what it's about all right, stranger," chuckled Seth Wilber, with a shrewd wink. "You can't fool us.
"Remember we have not heard, Judge Cable." "It is my pleasure then," he said gallantly, bowing, and at once instituting himself as master of ceremonies, "to introduce to you, Miss Natalie's fiancé, Captain West Mrs. Lonsdale, Professor Scott, Miss Margaret Willis, Colonel LeFranc, Mrs. Wilber Somers. Possibly there may be no necessity of my presenting the next gentleman Mr. Percival Coolidge."
Would you mind my coming around sometimes to see the little woman? If you'll let me come and spend an evening now and then with you both, it will keep me from getting utterly down-hearted, and maybe will make me a better husband to the future Mrs. Sheldon Wilber. I'll never come without sending word to know if I may." And the poor fellow took himself away. "How they love you, dear!
Will you greet Ross Norval's bride at the Wilber party to-night as the child you have trained and been so good to in the past, and who, ever honoring you, is still your loving child for the future? If you'll ask me prettily to-night, I'll sing the foolish words I made for the sweet, tripping Languedoc air you sent me last year. I am, now and ever,
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