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The prizes were a silver-mounted riding-whip, and a belt with a silver clasp, and Mrs Lane told Henderson that she was sorry for the other victor's absence, and that either of them might choose whichever prize he liked best. When the crowd had dispersed Henderson, knowing Walter's haunts, strolled with Kenrick to a little fir-grove on the slope of Bardlyn Hill, not far above the sea.
"What, don't you know me then, mother; and have you no kiss to spare for me?" said the playful voice of a boy enveloped in a sailor's blue shell-jacket; and then it was Walter's turn to feel in that long embrace what is the agonising fondness of a mother's love. Kenrick was looking on a little sadly not envious, but made sorrowful by memory.
A thrilling cry broke from his lips, and the next moment, when the cane again tore his shoulders, a fit of violent hysteria supervened, which alarmed the brutes who were trying to master his noble resolution. And at this crisis the door burst open with a sudden crash, and Bliss entered in a state of burning indignation, followed more slowly by Kenrick.
"Yes; but Ken's father does seem to have been abominably treated." And Walter proceeded to tell Power the parts of Mr Kenrick's history which Kenrick had told him. When he had finished the story he observed that Eden had shut up his book and was listening intently. "Hallo, Arty," said Walter, "I didn't mean you to hear." "Didn't you? I'm so sorry.
to get over his lessons easily and successfully, and receive Mr Paton's quiet word of praise; to shake with laughing over the flood of nonsense with which Henderson always deluged everyone who sat near him at breakfast-time; to help little Eden in his morning's work, and to see with what intense affection and almost adoration the child looked up to him; to stroll with Kenrick under the pine woods, or have a pleasant chat in Power's pretty little study, or read a book in the luxurious retirement of Mr Percival's room, or, if it were a half-holiday, to join in the skating, hare and hounds, football, or whatever game might be on hand all these things were to Walter Evson one long unbroken pleasure.
"What are you so much interested about?" asked Mr Paton, as his colleague followed the boys with his glance. "I am wondering how and why this change has come over Kenrick." "What change?" "Don't you see with whom he is walking?
And he was even more surprised when he went downstairs again and looked on the calm face of his friend's mother, so lovely, so gentle, so resigned, and felt the charm of manners which, in their natural grace and sweetness, might have shed lustre on a court. All that he could himself do was to show by his own manner to Mrs Kenrick the affection and respect with which he regarded her.
"How rude those fellows are, Ken," said Whalley; "what do they mean by it?" "Dogs!" said Kenrick, stamping angrily, while his face was scarlet with rage. "If they're trying to annoy you, Ken," said Whalley, who was a very gentle, popular boy, "don't give them the triumph of seeing that they succeed. They're only Varnish and White-Feather we all know what they're like."
The three American Cardinals, Gibbons, Farley, and O'Connell, stand out prominently, as do Archbishops Carroll, Hughes, McCloskey, Kenrick, Ryan, Ireland, Glennon, Corrigan, and Keane, all of whom have shed lustre on the Church.
"As it is we can't see where we're going, and very soon we shall have darkness as well as mist. Besides, it's so frightfully cold, now that we are obliged to go slowly." "Let's stop and consider what we'd best do," said Kenrick. "Walter, what do you say?" "We can only do one of two things.
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