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I begged him to use all his mental powers to keep me in the right direction oh, I have that poppycock all down fine just as the mediums at the seances have." Aunt Abby sniffed disdainfully, and Embury chuckled at her expression.
"It is well to think rightly, then," he said, gravely. "By the bye, have you heard from Helen?" Mrs. Embury most irreverently asked. "Yes, I, heard yesterday." "I suppose you will be writing her, then? Will you enclose a little note from me? Or rather let me have the least corner of your sheet?" I was shocked at her want of delicacy.
Why are you questioning me?" "It's this way, ma'am." Fibsy sat down astride a chair, looking over the back of it at his hostess. "You and Mrs, Embury are bosom friends, I understand." "From whom do you understand it?" was the tart response; "from Mrs, Embury?" "In a manner o' speakin', yes; and then again, no. But aren't you?" "We were. We were school friends, and have been intimates for years.
Stone, a 'man of straw, as you call it, is much more easily built up than knocked down." Elliott spoke sternly. "I hold you have no right to assume Mrs, Embury's identity in this story Miss Ames tells." "Is there anything that points to her in your discernment by your five senses, Miss Ames?" Stone asked, very gravely. "Has Mrs, Embury a faintly ticking watch?"
Ferdinand hesitated. "You open it, Mrs, Embury, please," he said, and his voice shook. "Why, Ferdinand, what do you mean? Open that door!" "Yes, ma'am," and turning the knob, Ferdinand entered. "Why, he's still asleep!" he exclaimed. "Shall I wake him?" "Yes that is yes, of course! Wake him up, Ferdinand." The door on the other side of Eunice's room opened, and Aunt Abby put her head in.
Years after, the author of Glimpses of Home Life, Emma C. Embury, whose home was in Brooklyn, told of a knoll in Greenwood Cemetery by the side of a little lake where the oak-trees shaded a modest tomb on which there were some lines of verse. They were lines written by McDonald Clarke.
Travilla gave orders to a servant that on Miss Dinsmore's arrival she should be brought directly to her boudoir; Mr. Dinsmore might come also, if he wished; and presently both appeared. They were warmly greeted by Mrs. Travilla and Mrs. Embury, who was still with her.
So there now, Madam Sanford Embury!" "Thank you, Alvord; you're clear, at least. Do you think I could persuade them to come over to Sanford's side?" "I think you could persuade the statue of Jupiter Ammon to climb down from his pedestal and take you to Coney Island, if you looked at him like that! But I also think that friend husband will not consent to your electioneering for him.
A great love existed between these two, and both had been honest and honorable so long as Eunice was Sanford's wife. And even now, though Embury was gone, Elliott made no protestation of love to his widow said no word that might not have been heard by the whole world, but they both knew no word was necessary.
"Leave, then!" retorted Aunt Abby, whose patience was also under a strain. But Stone said, "Wait, please, I want a few more matters mentioned, and then, Miss Ames, I will listen to your 'fool nonsense! First, what is this talk about money troubles between Mr. and Mrs, Embury?" "That," Eunice seemed interested, "is utter folly.
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