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At five-twenty the manager summoned him, complimented him on nothing in particular, and suggested that he stay late with Charley Carpenter and the stock-keeper to inventory a line of desk-clocks which they were closing out. As Mr. Wrenn returned to his desk he stopped at a window on the corridor and coveted the bright late afternoon.
It was something about a Persian kitten I don't remember exactly." Dr. Mittyford walked bitterly to the other end of the room. About eight in the evening Mr. Wrenn's landlady knocked with, "There's a gentleman below to see you, sir." "Me?" blurted Mr. Wrenn. He galloped down-stairs, panting to himself that Morton had at last found him. He peered out and was overwhelmed by a motor-car, with Dr.
Under the elevated station he secretly made believe that he was in Paris, for here beautiful Italian boys swayed with trays of violets; a tramp displayed crimson mechanical rabbits, which squeaked, on silvery leading-strings; and a newsstand was heaped with the orange and green and gold of magazine covers. "Gee!" inarticulated Mr. Wrenn. "Lots of colors.
That he wasn't very much of a cad or anything of a hero is a detail, an accident resulting from his thirty-five or thirty-six years of stodgy environment. Cad or hero, filling scandal columns or histories, he would have been the same William Wrenn. He was thinking of Istra as he lay on his bed.
"I don't know about my crew, as Deveaux picked them up; but they did good work when they brought me down here the other day in the plane," said Mr. Wrenn. "Giddings, I think your plan is all right, and we'll let the race go on as if nothing had happened; but you bet your last dollar I'll fire Pete when it's all over, if he has done what you say!"
The train-robbery film was well, he kept repeating "Gee!" to himself pantingly. How the masked men did sneak, simply sneak and sneak, behind the bushes! Mr. Wrenn shrank as one of them leered out of the picture at him. How gallantly the train dashed toward the robbers, to the spirit-stirring roll of the snare-drum.
The only person she hated was Horatio Hood Teddem, the cheap actor who was playing the piano at Mr. Wrenn's entrance. Just now Horatio was playing ragtime with amazing rapidity, stamping his foot and turning his head to smirk at the others. Mrs. Arty led her chattering flock to the basement dining-room, which had pink wall-paper and a mountainous sideboard. Mr. Wrenn was placed between Mrs.
With the two Ballards came the five solemn co-executors of John Benham's will Mr. Stewardson, Mr. da Costa, Mr. Wrenn, Mr. Walsenberg and Mr. Duhring. And these, with Jerry, Radford, Flynn, the boxer, and myself made up the company. Jerry had insisted on having Flynn and no amount of urging could dissuade him. Flynn was his friend, he said, more his friend than Mr. Wrenn, Mr.
When either of them invented something to say they started chattering with guilty haste, and each agreed hectically with any opinion the other advanced. Mr. Wrenn surprised himself in the thought that Morton hadn't anything very new to say, which made him feel so disloyal that he burst out, effusively: "Say, come on now, old man; I just got to hear about what you did after you left Liverpool."
"Well, you know I told you I thought you were an idiot to go. I warned you." He timidly agreed, mourning: "Yes, that so; I know you did. But uh well " "Sorry, Wrenn. That's the way it goes in business, though. If you will go beating it around A rolling stone don't gather any moss. Well, cheer up! Possibly there may be something doing in " "Tr-r-r-r-r-r-r," said the telephone. Mr.
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