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But it's a mistake. I don't believe it." The pair entered the sick room. The sailor lay in a stupor. His breathing was rapid, but faint. Capen bent over him and gently moved the bandage on his face. For a full minute he gazed steadily. Then he stood erect, drew a big red hand across his forehead, and moved slowly back to the living room. "Well?" asked Ellery eagerly.

Much as he loved Dick he continually resented that young man's careless acceptance of the good things of life, and most of all did his irritation grow at Percival's way of taking Madeline for granted, enjoying her beauty, her sympathy, the grace that she threw over everything, and yet, thought Ellery, never half appreciating them.

Emerson, in whom there was a spice of indolence due, say his biographers, to feeble health in early life, and the need of going slow, read them in translations and excused himself on the ground that he liked to be beholden to the great English language. Compare Hawthorne's description, in the "Mosses," of a day spent on the Assabeth with Ellery Channing, with any chapter in Thoreau's "Week."

"Not much sealed, either," he added, noticing what a tiny spot of the flap stuck tight to the paper beneath. "Some one has dropped it here. By Jove, Ellery, it's addressed to William Barry! I'd give a farm in North Dakota to know what's in it." He turned it again and stared at the back. "I noticed," said Ellery, "that there was a mail-box near where we left the automobile.

I've come home again." John Ellery was uneasy. Physically he was very much better, so much better that he was permitted to sit up a while each day. But mentally he was disturbed and excited, exactly the condition which the doctor said he must not be in. Keziah and Grace had gone away and left him, and he could not understand why. Mrs.

"I came," began Ellery, somewhat stiffly, "because I well, because I thought it might be a good thing to do. As I said " "Yes, I know. But it wasn't. It was so so " "So foolish. Thank you, I'm aware of it. I've heard myself called a fool already since I left your church. Not that I needed to hear it. I realize the fact." There was a bitterness in his tone, unmistakable.

She's ahollerin' for you to hurry up." "Good-by," said the minister. "Good-by. Thank you again. It was very kind of you to say this." "No, no. I mean it." "I know; that was why it was so kind. Good-by." She held out her hand and he took it. He knew that his was trembling, but so, too, was hers. The hands fell apart. Grace entered the house and John Ellery went out at the gate.

Percival was at home; and, without waiting to be announced, Ellery sprang up the stairs to the little sanctum where the two had confabbed on many a day. He plunged in on Dick, pale and unresponsive, and blurted out his question. "Yes," said Dick, "I voted for it. I became convinced that it was the best thing the city could do. I've been telling the boys so for the past two weeks.

The little room was almost as dark as the hall and quite as still. There was a distinct smell of old clothes and camphor. "A match," demanded Ellery. "Quick!" "I ain't got none," quavered Mr. Pepper. "They're all in the box in the settin' room. Oh, my godfreys mighty! What'll I do? What undertaker'll I have?

To do Hawthorne justice, there can be no doubt that in his heart he disapproved of this; for in one of his sketches written at the Old Manse, he speaks censoriously of "those adventurous spirits who leave their homes to emigrate to Texas." He evidently foresaw that trouble would arise in that direction, and perhaps Ellery Channing assisted him in penetrating the true inwardness of the movement.