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Inside, as the doors swung open, he saw a young fellow in evening dress, giving out handbills, and an exclamation almost escaped him. He had forgotten all about Peter Neelands!
He wiped his face with the polka-dot handkerchief, and the word which the Cabinet Minister had used came easily to his lips. "Why didn't you speak to her when you got a chance?" asked Bertie, anxious to divert the blame and meet railing with railing. He was always getting in wrong just trying to help people. Darn it all! Mr. Neelands could still think of no word but the one.
"Peter Neelands makes me tired," said a third gloomily. "Why does he need to get all fussed up over the laws relating to women they have too much liberty now they can swear away a man's character that's one thing I'd like to see changed. It's dangerous, I tell you." The first man finished the discussion: "I always liked Peter, and am sorry he's quit us.
"Better phone and see if she's at home. Here's the phone I'll get her." Mr. Neelands laid a restraining hand on Bertie's arm. "Easy there, my friend," he said, his tone resembling Miss Morrison's in its commanding chilliness, "How far is it to the Watson farm?" "Five miles in summer, four in winter," Bertie answered a little sulkily.
I am sorry it had to come to a show-down, for it seems to set men and women against each other at least, I know some men feel that way. Of course we had lots of men helping us we could not have got far without them. Peter Neelands has been one of the best. He was elected in one of the city seats, and we are all so glad. "Here are some stamps and two balloons for Jim.
Neelands took the out-trail when all the signs were against travelling, but to his unaccustomed eye there was nothing to fear in the woolly grayness of the sky, nor in the occasional snowflake that came riding on the wind. The roads were hard-packed and swept clean by the wind, and the sensation of space and freedom most enjoyable. Mr.
Banks arranged with one of the partners of the law firm to which Peter was attached to release him for an indefinite period, and his salary could be charged to the Government under "Professional Services, Mr. P.J. Neelands," and being a fair-minded man, and persuaded that a laborer was worthy of his hire, he suggested a substantial increase in salary for Mr.
It brought to him at once Peter Neelands, one of the ambitious young lawyers of the city, who was just coming into prominence in political circles. "What did you say, sir?" Peter asked politely.
"I wish it had been Pearl," said Bertie, "Gee! she wouldn't ha' been so sore; she'd just laughed and jollied about it." "So you know Pearl, do you?" Mr. Neelands could feel a revival of interest in life; also the stiffness began to leave his lips, and his tongue felt less like tissue paper. "I guess everyone knows Pearl," said Bertie, with a consciousness of superiority on at least one point.
Burns knew there was no use going back through the drug store and listening at the door. The doctor had heavy curtains at each door in his office, and had a way of leaving the key in the door, that cut off the last hope. So she went home in great heaviness of spirit. P.J. Neelands presented his card, and was given a leather chair beside the fire.
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