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With even less of consideration than he had shown to Judge Gaylor, Winthrop turned upon Rainey. "How's your patient?" he asked shortly. Rainey was sufficiently influenced by the liquor he had taken to dare to resent Winthrop's peremptory tone. His own in reply was designedly offensive. "My patient?" he inquired. "Mr. Hallowell," snapped Winthrop, "he's sick, isn't he?"
And each knew that that one of the faculty who dared to flunk the son of old man Hallowell, who had endowed Stillwater, who supported Stillwater, and who might be expected to go on supporting Stillwater indefinitely, might also at the same time hand in his official resignation. Chancellor Black, the head of Stillwater, was an up-to-date college president.
"All right." "There's your story," said Darrow to Hallowell; "it's in those messages. The scientific aspect will probably be done by somebody for the evening papers. You better concentrate on Monsieur X's connection with McCarthy." "Say, my friend," said Hallowell earnestly, "do you think I'm a reporter for the Scientific American or a newspaper?" All three rose.
"An' I had a talk with Sheriff Gage about you, an' he told me my dad had sent to Pardo for you, through Dave Hallowell, the marshal of Pardo. Gage said you was out to clean up Deveny an' Haydon, an' so I knowed I could depend on you." "Barbara don't know you're hangin' around here she ain't known it?" "Shucks, I reckon not," grinned Morgan.
After a minute's scrutiny, Hallowell looked up in disappointment. "Too many for me," he confessed. "What is there in that?" But Darrow shook his head. "I play my own game," was all the explanation he would vouchsafe. "You may as well knock off, old man," he told Simmons. "I don't think there'll be anything more doing to-night; and it doesn't matter if there is.
I do not by any means intend to imply that Brampton is not a pleasant place to spend the summer: the number of its annual visitors is a refutation of that; but to Cynthia the season had been one of great unhappiness. Several times Lem Hallowell had stopped the stage in front of Ephraim's house to beg her to go to Coniston, and Mr.
No one, certainly not your brilliant son look how brilliantly he managed the glee-club and foot-ball tour is stupid enough to deserve five. No, Doctor Gilman went too far. And he has been justly punished!" What Hallowell senior was willing to believe of what the chancellor told him, and his opinion of the matter as expressed to Peter, differed materially.
"You don't have to say it," he explained with glibness; "you thought it. And Vera read your thoughts. You were thinking of the Despatch, weren't you? Well, there you are! It's wonderful!" "Wonderful? Nonsense!" mocked Mr. Hallowell. "She did read it in the paper or Rainey told her." The girl shrugged her shoulders patiently.
He had no spirit for the fight; his love of Dorothy Hallowell and his complete rout there had taken the spirit out of him and with it had gone that confidence in himself and in his luck which had won him so many critical battles. Then He had been keeping up a large suite of offices, a staff of clerks and stenographers and all the paraphernalia of the great and successful lawyer.
"No, no!" he pleaded. Both anger and disappointment showed in the face of Vance and Rainey; but the girl, as though detached from any human concerns, continued unmoved. "I see another figure," she recited. "A young girl, but she is of this world. I seem to get an H. Yes. Helen, in letters of fire." "My niece, Helen!" Hallowell whispered hoarsely. "Yes, your niece," chanted the girl.
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