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This life is an arena where we fight with beasts; and, indeed, he added, sighing, 'I sometimes marvel why we go down to it unarmed. In the meanwhile a creaking of ungreased axles had been heard descending through the wood; and presently after, the door opened, and the tall ostler entered the kitchen carrying one end of Mr. Archer's trunk.
She ran her eyes aloft, spar by spar, past the spars of hollow steel to the wooden royals, which bent in the gusts like bows in some invisible archer's hands. "They're remarkably good sticks of timber," was her comment. "Well may you say it, Miss West," he agreed. "I'd never a-believed they'd a-stood it myself. But just look at 'm! Just look at 'm!" There was no breakfast for the men.
What boots the archer's skill, if, when the foe draws near, His bow-string snap and leave him helpless in the fight? So when afflictions press upon the noble mind, Where shall a man from Fate and Destiny take flight? When the King heard this, he rose and followed the sound and found that it came from behind a curtain let down before the doorway of a sitting-chamber.
Archer's food should be a little better. But then New York, as far back as the mind of man could travel, had been divided into the two great fundamental groups of the Mingotts and Mansons and all their clan, who cared about eating and clothes and money, and the Archer-Newland-van-der-Luyden tribe, who were devoted to travel, horticulture and the best fiction, and looked down on the grosser forms of pleasure.
Next morning found him back at his post at the broken window, with the telephone receiver at his ear. His surmise at the meaning of Archer's remark at the study window proved to be correct, for precisely at eleven he heard the familiar: "Are you there?" which heralded a conversation.
"Now, Luce, they're going to have a very nice dinner," protested Mrs. Stannard. "I was in there helping over an hour, and Mrs. Archer's a wonder! Even if the dinner didn't amount to much, there would be Lilian." "They can't eat her," persisted, grimly, the man. "She looks sweet enough to eat," responded the woman. "You ought to see her.
"It is the last word we needed to clear Constance," she asserted, joyously. "Will you go to Miss Archer with us on Monday?" "I should be glad to do so. I never could endure that La Salle girl," was the frank response. "We'll go together," planned Jerry. "Every one of you meet me in Miss Archer's living-room office on Monday morning before school begins." "I must go home now," demurred Constance.
From under a smart blue hat escaped a wealth of soft, brown curls, while two brown eyes looked into theirs with an expression of appeal that brought forth instant reply. "Miss Archer's office is the last room on the east side of the second-floor corridor.
The children were safe that meant rejoicing for all. Stannard and his troop were the rescuers that meant credit and triumph for Archer's post, and the general awarded it. But Harris and 'Tonio were the discoverers and leaders. 'Tonio, probably, was the man without whose aid nothing could have been accomplished.
Mary Raymond had drawn back a little while Marjorie and Marcia Arnold, Miss Archer's once disagreeable secretary, but now a changed girl through the influence of Marjorie, exchanged greetings. Marjorie turned and drew her chum forward, introducing her to Marcia, who bowed and extended her hand in friendly fashion.
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