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He's down, old Beau is, sence the time he owned his blooded pacer and dined with the Corps Diplomatique; Beau's down sence then; but don't call the old feller hard names. We take it back, don't we? we take them words back?" "There's a angel somewhere," said Lowndes Cleburn, "even in a Washington bummer, which responds to a little chap on crutches with a clear voice.
My father sent it out. It's rather amusing. 'One of those vestrymen that call 'emselves M.P.'s again, is it? said Spurstow, who read his newspapers when he could get them. 'Yes. Listen to this. It's to your address, Lowndes. The man was making a speech to his constituents, and he piled it on.
"He is Alec Ritchie's son," she said, "and Alec has gone against Cameron." Mr. Lowndes did not answer, but nodded. "And must he go to Temple Bow?" "My dear," said Mr. Lowndes, "I fear it is our duty to send him there." In the morning I started for Temple Bow on horseback behind one of Mr. Lowndes' negroes. Good Mrs.
He was a South Carolinian, and of distinguished family. His health, at this time, was failing: it had always been delicate. Mr. Lowndes was comparatively a young man. He was remarkably tall: perhaps six feet six inches. He stood a head and shoulders above any man in Congress. His hair was golden; his complexion, clear and pale, and his eyes were deep blue, and very expressive.
"About what, dear?" said Mrs. Lowndes, with a startled look at the others. "About a ribbon?" said Ellen, struggling to get the words out of white lips. "My goodness!" said the other; "did you ever hear anything like that? I didn't say nothing about a ribbon, dear." "Do you suppose her aunt han't told her?" said Miss Mary in an under tone. "Told me what?" cried Ellen; "Oh! what? what?"
The voice in the House of a Democrat from the county of Lowndes was of so strange, so sudden, so unexpected and so remarkable that it was difficult for many to bring themselves to a realization of the fact that such a thing had actually happened and that it was a living reality.
Weston and Colonel Benjamin Allston. The latter gentleman was a son of one of the governors of South Carolina. He kindly gave me a letter of introduction to Commodore Richard Lowndes, who lived near the coast. From the Peedee I passed through a cut in the marshes into the broad Waccamaw, and descended it to Winyah Bay. Georgetown is located between the mouths of the Peedee and Sampit rivers.
'Oh, you lucky, lucky devil! he whispered. But Lowndes had seen the eyes, and withdrew shuddering to the other side of the room. 'Poor chap! poor old chap! And the last time I met him I was angry. Spurstow, we should have watched him. Has he ? Deftly Spurstow continued his investigations, ending by a search round the room. 'No, he hasn't, he snapped. 'There's no trace of anything.
Those she had left, looked at each other a minute in silence. "Ain't that too bad now!" exclaimed Mrs. Lowndes, crossing the room to shut the door. "But what could I say?" "Which way did she go?" "I don't know I am sure I had no head to look, or anything else. I wonder if I had ought to ha' told her. But I couldn't ha' done it." "Just look at her bees'-wax!" said Sarah Lowndes.
They even climbed to the attic; and noting the open casement in the cupola, Mr. Lowndes said: "Some one has been here to-day." "It was I, sir," I said. "I have been here all day." "And what doing, pray?" he demanded. "Watching the battle. And oh, sir," I cried, "can you tell me whether Mister Moultrie beat the British?" "He did so," cried Mr. Lowndes. "He did, and soundly." He stared at me.
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