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It was on that afternoon that Delamater had told the clerk of discovering Ma Briskow alone in the woods. There was an open golf tournament at the Notch, prominent amateurs and professionals were competing, and the hotel was crowded to its capacity with players, fashionable followers of the game and a small army of society reporters and sport writers.
"That's a fact. Well, she's gone, ain't she?" "Who, Eliza Delamater? Yes; gone yesterday." "And you hain't nobody else on hand, have ye?" "No. Why?" "Mother's took a lonesome fit. She says it's quite a spell that you hain't ben down our way; and I guess that's so, ain't it?" "I couldn't help it, Joe. I have had other things to do." "Well, don't you think to-day's a good sort for a visit?"
I'm not caring for anything or anybody to-day." "Somebody has hurt my little girl." Allie threw back her head and stared at him with quick suspicion. "Your little girl?" she repeated. It is the lot of any man in the heat of his desire to make mistakes, and Delamater erred gravely at this moment. He kissed Allie. Without warning he kissed her full and fair upon her red, half-open lips.
Delamater was surprised when his pupil turned her back upon him, strode to the nearest window, and flung it open as if for air; his surprise deepened when she faced him again and moved in his direction. Her expression caused him to utter a profane warning, but she continued to bear down upon him, and when she reached out to seize him he struck at her as he would have struck at a man.
Just before the massacre of St. Bartholomew, the ancestors of Dr. Delamater fled from France to Holland. The family name was then De La Maitre. Being whole-souled protestants, they migrated with other Dutch families to the Province of New York, and settled on the banks of the Hudson, near Kingston. Their names are still visible on the ancient grave stones of that neighborhood.
Delamater as their delegate to inform me of the proceedings. This was a glorious beginning, for which I am more than thankful, and for which I was especially so at that time, when I had barely money enough to return to New York, with very small prospects of getting means wherewith to commence practice.
He assured her that all would be well. All was not well, however. The next morning when Gus Briskow was about to leave the hotel as usual Professor Delamater having departed hurriedly the evening before with fully four minutes of his twenty to spare he was stopped by the manager, who requested him to give up his rooms.
Delamater rubbed his cheek and glared at her. "By God! I wish you were a man. Oh, don't worry, I won't touch you again! Who the hell would, after that?" Allie opened her lips to speak, but he ran on more angrily as the pain bit into him. "Thought I meant it, eh? Why, you lumbering ox " "Then you ain't in love with me or or anything?" "Love?"
So the depth of August came. The two were standing one moonlight night at the little front gate, lingering in the moonlight. Mr. Knowlton was going, and could not go. "Have you heard anything about the Bear Hill party?" he asked suddenly. "O yes; Miss Delamater came here a week ago to speak about it." "Are you going?" "Mother said she would. So I suppose I shall." "Where is it? and what is it?"
Delamater, who had firmly believed that I was committing gradual suicide. Through Mrs. Severance, I became acquainted with Dr. Harriot K. Hunt, who was then on a visit to Cleveland; and, through her, with the Rev. A.D. Mayo, who was pastor of a small society there, known as that of the Liberal Christians.
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