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The offices of the management were on the first floor, and Henry was conducted thither and shown into Witherspoon's private apartment into the calico, bombazine, hardware and universal nick-nack holy of holies. The room was not fitted up for show, but for business.
This officer made his way to Witherspoon's Ferry, on Lynch's Creek, where he lay in a good position on the north side of the Ferry. Marion approached him cautiously, with M'Cottry's mounted riflemen in advance. Arriving at the creek a detachment of the British was found on the opposite side, engaged in scuttling the ferry boat.
This way, please, madam. Stockin', fetch Mrs. Witherspoon's bag from the hall." Mr. Hepplewhite stood rubbing his delicate hands in front of the fire, telling himself what a really great pleasure it was to have Mrs. Witherspoon staying with him over the week-end. He was having a dinner party for her that evening of forty-eight.
"If I am to be cast out like a dog after my faithful service, then you must do it, sir," gravely said Clayton, Witherspoon's warnings returning to stiffen his resolution. "Why not await Mr. Ferris' arrival? I may be able to reach Mr. Worthington's second thoughts through him." The agent of the two far off conspirators lost his self-control at last. "I'll await nothing," roared Robert Wade.
He had not taken the time to think that in his sly currying of Witherspoon's favor he might be discovered, but now that he was caught he fell back upon the recourse of a bungling compliment. "Oh, I'm sure," said he, "that your business is most important. Your paper shows the care and ability with which you preside over it.
So new a life sprang into his voice, and so strong a conviction emphasized his manner, that Witherspoon, for the first time, looked on him with a sort of admiration. "Well, you seem to be loaded on this subject." "Yes, but not offensively so, I hope. Now, give me the points you want covered." "All right; sit here." Henry took Witherspoon's chair; the merchant walked up and down the room.
If I have done anything at all like justice to my feelings, the following song, composed in three quarters of an hour's meditation in my elbow-chair, ought to have some merit. Do you know the following beautiful little fragment in Witherspoon's Collection of Scots Songs? Air Hughie Graham.
He dared not openly quarrel with Ferris until Jack Witherspoon's return. He only lived now to see the Detroit lawyer speeding west, far on ahead of the deceitful Ferris, who would be detained in New York by the quiet consummation of the big deal. Clayton was but too well aware that his only weapon was his knowledge of Ferris' secret marriage an outrage upon Alice Worthington's unguarded girlhood.
And even then what does it amount to in comparison with what I offer?" "But you know he wants to be independent." "Independent!" he repeated. "I'll swear I don't understand that sort of independence." "Well," she said, with a consoling sigh, "it will come out all right after a while." They were sitting in Mrs. Witherspoon's room. The footman announced that Mr. Brooks was waiting in the library.
I know the nobility of heart with which your father set aside this property for Clayton, as soon as he found out the old title! Had they met at Cheyenne, all would have been well!" And then Alice Worthington thanked God in her anxious heart that her dangerous secret was safe. She smiled through her happy tears as she placed her hand in Witherspoon's. "We will both cherish his memory, for life!
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