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Witherspoon said nothing, but his wife replied: "It isn't romance with me; it is an answer to a prayer that my heart has been beating year after year." "But don't cry, mother," said Ellen. "Your prayer has been answered." "Yes, I know that, but look at the long, long years of separation, and now he comes back to me a stranger."
McKenzie had exchanged calls during the life-time of the latter, but they had lived in different circles. Mrs. Witherspoon had aspired to smartness and to the friendship of the new people who brought an air of sophistication to the staid and sedate old capital. Mrs. McKenzie had held to old associations and to old ideals. Mrs. Witherspoon was a widow and charming. Dr.
"And yet, in spite of your disinclination to study, you have gone through college, and most creditably. Dr. Witherspoon himself has written me of your career. Does that say nothing in your favor?" "To be sure it does," broke in Mr. Morris, laughing. "There is no merit in being a scholar like Mr. Jefferson here, who was born a student. He couldn't have helped being a scholar if he had tried.
John Witherspoon were enjoying the delights of a Continental run a year later, when that bright-eyed young matron, Madame Francine, read to her delighted husband the account given by Miss Worthington of the opening of the "Free Hospital and Orphans' Home," to which the young heiress had dedicated the estate of the unfortunate Ferris, as well as a large sum set aside by herself.
He knew that it was useless; he knew that this man's strength had blinded him to the weakness of other men, and he felt that American aristocracy was the most grinding of all aristocracies, for the reason that a man's failure to reach its grade was attributable to himself alone. Henry bade Witherspoon good night and went to his room. A fire was burning in the grate.
Witherspoon will now deliver to you our written order to cease all functions in connection with the Trading Company except in so far as you represent your own stock. Arthur Ferris' eyes flashed fire as Witherspoon, without a word, handed him the second document. He essayed vainly to speak, but his parched tongue was powerless, his lips were fever-glued.
Mr Witherspoon lingered by my side as we descended the hill, and I discerned that he was inclined to be my companion; so we continued together, stretching towards the north-west, in order to fall into the Lithgow road, being mindet to pass along the skirts of Stirlingshire, thence into Lennox, in the hope of reaching Argyle's country by the way of the ferry of Balloch.
I will give you my whole time. "And if you sustain Witherspoon here, I will hound down the murderer, and, perhaps, fix a further responsibility on the only man to whose interest it was to blot out Randall Clayton's blameless life." There was a joint exclamation as the three gazed inquiringly at each other. "Arthur Ferris!" "Yes," solemnly said the dark-eyed doctor.
The little hoard of twenty-eight thousand dollars in certified cheques was there, with an order for Randall Clayton's active stocks. A duly executed will, in favor of my school-fellow and friend, Jack Witherspoon, lawyer, of Detroit, was accompanied with a letter which gave the history of the abortive attempt to decoy him to Cheyenne. The last manly lines brought tears to Jack Witherspoon's eyes.
But Jack Witherspoon only bowed his head and burst into bitter tears. "Too late; too late!" he sobbed. The golden fortune seemed stained with his dead friend's blood. When the morning brought once more the refluent crowds to the streets of New York, a thousand financial agencies over the world were now eagerly watching for some trace of the fortune stolen from the murdered cashier.
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