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He himself and most of the villagers depended, in a great measure, on the fruit they produced for a living, and their belief was that, taking one bird with another all the year round, the birds did them more good than harm. I then imparted to him the views on this bird subject of a well-known fruit-grower in the north of England, Mr. Joseph Witherspoon, of Chester-le-Street.
But the man, now burning with a new purpose in life, the puppet of strange destinies, dreamed only of a golden future as he lingered late that night at the Astor House with Jack Witherspoon. It was two o'clock before he returned to his lonely rooms to gloat over the picture and its promise of the future meeting.
Lunn Captain Crowe and Captain Witherspoon were sitting at the head of Long Wharf together in the sunshine. "I've been a very fortunate man, sir," said the little captain boldly. "My own property has looked up a good deal since I was married, what with that piece of land I sold for the new hotel, and other things that have come to bear this wharf property, for instance.
I'll tell you, my dear Mr. Witherspoon, everything teaches us to practice economy. We must do it; it's the saving clause of life. Now, what could be better than this? Go back to work, and your head's clear. My dear Mr. Witherspoon, if I had been a spendthrift, I should not only be a pauper I should have been dead long ago." He continued to talk on the virtues of economy.
"Weel, Ringan," said my brother, "we have met again in this world; it's a blessing I never looked for;" and he held out his two hands to take hold of mine, but the broken links of the shackle still round my wrist made him cry out, "What's this? Whare hae ye come fra? But I need na inquire." "I have broken out of the tolbooth o' Irvine," said I, "and I am fleeing here with Mr Witherspoon."
Suddenly she rose: "Virginia," she said, firmly, "you are neglecting your guests." "I don't think you ought to go until Frank has got himself together," said Sylvia. "Frank, can you sort your cards now?" "Virginia!" commanded Sallie Ann, imperiously. "Come!" Mrs. Witherspoon rose, and so did Sylvia. "We can't stay here alone," said she. "Frank, will you take Mrs. Witherspoon in?"
With another imitation of Miss Miller, Ellen strove to call it back, but failed, for Witherspoon paid no attention to her. He sat brooding, with a countenance as fixed as the expression of a mask, and in his gaze, bent on that nothing through which nothing can be seen, there was no light. "Father, do your new slippers fit?" Mrs. Witherspoon asked. He was not George now.
"Sometimes," Witherspoon agreed; and after a short silence he added: "I was just thinking of how that fellow imposed on me, but I can't quite get at the cause of my worry over him, and I don't understand why I should have been afraid that he could ruin me.
He nodded at Witherspoon. "We are going to try," the great merchant replied. "By the way, I told Brooks that we'd have to press Bradley & Adams, of Atchison, Kansas. They are altogether too slow there's no excuse for it." "None in the world; none whatever," Colton agreed. He more than agreed, for there was alarm in his voice, and the alarm of an old miser is pitiable.
"It is their grand final move before bringing out Ferris as the new-made capitalist. My life would not be worth a pin-head. And Witherspoon would be far away out of reach. Irma lost to me forever!" The jealous lover could almost see the crowded opera-house and hear that now familiar witching voice.
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