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Oh, it's awful to think of my poor sister's husband standing in the felon's dock! 'You must try not to think of it. I'm sure everything will turn out quite well. In another hour you'll have him with you again. The Canon got up and shook hands with Lady Kelsey. 'It was so good of you to come, she said. He turned to Mrs. Crowley, whom he liked because she was American, rich, and a widow.
No gathering could be tedious when Canon Spratte was present, and the conversation proceeded merrily. Mrs. Crowley looked ravishing in a summer frock, and since she addressed herself exclusively to the handsome parson it was no wonder that he was in a good humour. She laughed appreciatively at his facile jests and gave him provoking glances of her bright eyes.
Presently Canon Spratte went into the smoking-room. He had on his arm, as was his amiable habit, the prettiest girl at the dance, Grace Vizard, a niece of that Lady Vizard who was a pattern of all the proprieties and a devout member of the Church of Rome. He found that Mrs. Crowley and Robert Boulger were already sitting there, and he greeted them courteously.
The priest, the scholar, the soldier, the saint, have suffered and died, proudly, nobly: and why should I shrink from death in a cause made holy and glorious by the numbers of its martyrs and the heroism of its supporters, as well as by its justice? You don't, and never shall, forget that Peter O'Neill Crowley died only a short time since, in this cause.
When Robert had gone on to the balcony, he flung himself wearily in a chair. 'I couldn't stand it any longer, he said. 'You can't imagine how awful it was to see that wretched man in the dock. He looked like a hunted beast, his face was all grey with fright, and once I caught his eyes. I shall never forget the look that was in them. 'But I thought he was bearing it so well, said Mrs. Crowley.
"I guess I had better go in alone," suggested Dick. "If I need you I'll whistle or wave my handkerchief;" and then he ran up the front steps and rang the bell. A tall, angular woman, wearing large spectacles, soon answered his summons. "Good afternoon," said Dick, politely. "Is this Mr. Crowley Pelter's residence?" "Yes, sir." "I believe Mr. Jesse Pelter is staying here.
In 1915 the legislative work was less onerous and the amendment passed the House by 193 to 33, the Senate by 33 to 3 and was signed by Governor Walsh, who presented the pen to Mrs. Crowley. His signature was not necessary but he wished to show his approval.
He went to the kitchen door and called, "Mrs. Crowley, we're waiting for the supper." "How I wish Uncle Ike could be with us," said Alice. "Why can't you call him?" asked Quincy. "He's too weak in his legs to come down," said Mandy. "I'll fetch him," and Quincy bounded up stairs, while Mandy got a place ready for him.
"How soon are you going to look for the man?" asked the former teacher, curiously. "At once," was Dick's quick reply. "Leave me your address, and as soon as we hear anything I'll let you know." And a few minutes later the boys brought the interview to an end. "Now to find out where Crowley Pelter lives!" said Dick.
The City Wall of Jericho Collapses. Carthage Reduced to Ashes. Rome Sacked by Huns. Yes, there had been magnificent headlines in the past. Now a new headline Paris. There would be a sudden flurry; boys running between desks; Crowley trying to shout and achieving a frightful whisper; a smeared printer announcing some ghastly mistake in the composing room; and Paris would be down fallen.
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