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Worthington came as far as the door, where he stood looking at the storekeeper with scant friendliness. Jethro turned to Wetherell. "You a politician, Will?" he demanded. "No," said Wetherell. "You a business man?" "No," he said again. "You ever tell folks what you hear other people say?" "Certainly not," the storekeeper answered; "I'm not interested in other people's business."
Ferris, the smug scoundrel, will glide back here and try to steal into my intimacy. He can post his slyly posted spies. I cannot then keep him off. And he will reiterate Worthington's plans, cling to me, and run me to earth. He will take up his Judas trade, and either trap me or else, baffled, will telegraph Worthington and have me discharged. Why has he concealed this secret marriage?
Isaac D. Worthington, the first citizen, who is introduced under that title by the chairman of the day; and as the benefactor of Brampton, who has bestowed upon the town the magnificent gift which was dedicated such a short time ago, the Worthington Free Library. Mr.
She sends heaps of love to you, Katy, and says she only hopes that Mr. Worthington will prove as perfectly satisfactory in all respects as her own dear Sylvester." "My gracious, I should hope he would," put in Clover, who was still in the wildest spirits. "What a dear old goose Cecy is! I never hankered in the least for Sylvester Slack, did you, Katy?" "Certainly not.
"Duncan and Lovejoy have their people paid to sit there night and day," Mr. Worthington had said. "We've got a bare majority on a full House; but you don't seem to dare to risk it. What are you going to do about it, Mr. Bass?" "W-want the bill to pass don't you?" "Certainly," Mr. Worthington had cried, on the edge of losing his temper. "L-left it to me didn't you?
But, a crafty scoundrel, warned by his own uneasy conscience, Arthur Ferris took alarm at the "Social items" of the Detroit Free Press. When he learned that Miss Worthington intended to visit New York City, accompanied by Messrs. Boardman and Warner, the executors of her father's estate, on matters connected with the probate of the will, he realized that he was in imminent danger.
There grew upon Isaac Worthington a sense that this midnight hour was in some way to be the culmination of the long years of hatred between them. He believed Jethro: he would have believed him even if Mr. Flint had not informed him that afternoon that he was beaten, and bitterly he wished he had taken Mr. Flint's advice many months before. Denunciation sprang to his lips which he dared not utter.
Worthington in Washington," said he. "Now it is 'Bob' and 'Miss Wetherell. Rank patronage! How did you do it, Cynthia?" "You are like all men," said Cynthia, "you look at the clothes, and not the woman. They are not very fine clothes; but if they were much finer, they wouldn't change me." "Then it must be Miss Sadler."
M-man of resource. Callate you couldn't hev beat that if you was to take a week to it." "I think it only fair to tell you," said Mr. Worthington, picking up his silk hat, "that in those letters I have merely anticipated a very little my intentions in the matter. My son having proved his earnestness, I was about to consent to the marriage of my own accord." "G-goin' to do it anyway was you?"
Worthington meant that his son should eventually own the state itself, for he saw that the man who controlled the highways of a state could snap his fingers at governor and council and legislature and judiciary: could, indeed, do more could own them even more completely than Jethro Bass now owned them, and without effort.
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