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But nothing did go wrong. He stopped twice, it is true, and examined carefully his car; but the only result of his search was a plentiful bedaubing of oil and gasoline on his hands and of roadway dust on his clothing. He was used to this and did not mind it, however until he went in to dinner at the Lakeside House beside the fresh daintiness of his wife and their friends; then he did mind it.
They'll never be able to make a badge to fit you. Now go back and do what I told you. Who's running this show? You or I?" As long as the cheerful blaze near the lakeside gathers its scouts about it on summer evenings, Temple Camp will never forget that memorable Saturday night.
Automobile trips from the Tavern are numerous, depending entirely upon the length of time one can give to them. Chief of all is the Tahoe Boulevard trip around the Lake to Tallac, and thence on by Lakeside and by Cave Rock to Glenbrook, a distance of fifty miles.
Meanwhile, they would inquire if the region round about Kinnicutt might be expected to afford a substitute. Dr. Wasgatt's wife told Mrs. Gartney of a young American woman who was staying in the "factory village" beyond Lakeside, and who had asked her husband if he knew of any place where she could "hire out." Dr.
"I trust you remember me?" Ruby shakes her head slow. "No, Sir," says she. "Eh?" says Oakley. "Weren't you a waitress at the Lakeside Hotel last summer?" "Certainly, Sir," says Ruby. "And didn't you bring me my meals three times a day for four mortal weeks?" he insists. "Did I?" says Ruby, starin' stupider than ever. "Great Scott, young woman!" breaks out Oakley.
Every day, nearly, saw Paul, or Margaret, or both, at Cross Corners. Faith was often, also, at Lakeside. Old Mr. Rushleigh treated her with a benignant fatherliness, and looked upon her with an evident fondness and pride that threw heavy weight in the scale of his son's chances. And Madam Rushleigh, as she began to be called, since Mrs.
He stood looking at the closed door, struggling against an almost irresistible impulse to return and take her in his arms. Did he not love her? What other was this that filled his heart? Could he honestly say, "Jane, I want you for my wife"? He could not. Miserable and cursing himself he went his way. Mr. Dean Wakeham was always glad to have a decent excuse to run up to the Lakeside Farm.
Each reverted to the memory of the lakeside scene in which he had said, "My life will belong to you ... a thing for you to dispose of ..." and each was afraid that the other was doing so. All at once she saw herself as she fancied he must see her a woman claiming the fulfilment of an old promise, the payment of a long-standing debt.
Often they sat by the lakeside for their midday meal. Sometimes it was rough and sometimes calm. "See, daughter," said Owaissa. "The little lake is very rough to-day. Sometimes our lives are like the little lake. Not always are they calm. Storms sweep over the life. But take the lesson from the lake. Be beautiful through it all.
Bruce and the lads on the motorcycles put on high speed and took the grade in whirlwind fashion but "Old Nanc" was not equal to the hill, so she was parked in a lot by the lakeside and the rest of the troop went up to the cave on foot. Immediately upon their arrival activities began. Mr.
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