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Wotherspoon the advocate, old acquaintance and adviser of Archibald Touris, of Black Hill. "Captain Rullock " "Mr. Wotherspoon, I am glad to see you!" Mr. Wotherspoon, old moderate Whig, and the Jacobite officer walked together down the clanging way.
Wotherspoon, too, has a moment's business there. Alison will not come, but Munro Touris rides along. Will you come, too, Glenfernie? We'll have a bit of dinner at the 'Glorious Occasion." "No, thank you. I have to get home presently. But I'll stay a little and talk to Mrs. Alison, if I may." "Ah, you may!" said Mrs. Alison.
I could not exactly commend its sanitary " A voice calling him from the window broke the sentence. It was Reggie Wotherspoon. "Yes," said Oddington. "That you, Ralph? Oh, I see you. Say, come in here like a good chap, will you? I've run across a sort of an anarchist circular about Rodriguez. I want you to come up with me while I put it up to him." "All right," replied Oddington.
The apostle of the Revolution was clad soberly in black, except for a tie of vivid crimson. His eyes shone with the light of enthusiasm, vastly different from the mild glow of amiability which they exhibited for six days in every week. The man was transformed. 'Here you are, he said. 'Here you are. Excellent. You are in good time. Comrades Wotherspoon and Prebble have already begun to speak.
Wotherspoon, who lodges where he does, says no one ever comes to see him." "He certainly doesn't spend money on clothes." "No; and he never drinks at his own expense." "He's probably leading a double life," said the exchange editor, jestingly, as he plunged his scissors into a Western paper, to cut out a poem by James Whitcomb Riley.
There came a sound from the chair pushed back from the light. Mr. Wotherspoon measured the table with his fingers. "It seems that the countryside was searching for her. It was the laird of Glenfernie who, alone and coming upon some trace, entered the Kelpie's Pool and found her there. They say that he carried her, dead, in his arms through the glen to White Farm."
Wotherspoon left the Queen's Park to join the Clydesdale a short time after his old companion Gardner, and the two were associated with that club when it numbered among its members such fine players as Messrs. F. Anderson, G. M. Wilson, J. R. Wilson, W. Wilson, J. P. Tennent, J. M'Pherson, W. Gibb, J. T. Richmond, and David's brother, J. Wotherspoon.
"Ah, you're his friend!" "Yes." "Well," said Mr. Wotherspoon, straightening himself from the contemplation of the roses, "there's no greater thing than to have a steadfast friend!" It seemed that an expedition had been planned, for a servant now appeared to say that coach and horses were at the door. Mr. Touris explained: "I've engaged to show Mr. and Mrs. Goodworth our considerable town. Mr.
If ever a man had neatness of style, combined with gentlemanly conduct to an opponent on the field, it was Wotherspoon.
Wotherspoon had just finished a comic song, and they were all laughing and applauding. Somehow it all emphasized in Dan his aloofness. He heard Oddington address some jocular remark presumably to Miss Howland, for he caught her laughing reply.
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