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Updated: June 3, 2025
Thurston's "My First Cigar" only lacked one thing it should have lasted a little longer to suit the audience. "She called it an Intimidad, It had spots of a yellowish hue, She said the best brands always had, And I firmly believed it was true." A good number of the fellows knew "The Soldiers in the Park," and Brown hammered it out in a good old breezy style.
Go out and learn your West; a month or so will put you up to date and by Jove! I half envy you the trip." That is what put the idea into Thurston's head; and as Thurston's ideas generally bore fruit of one sort or another, he went out that very day and ordered from his tailor a complete riding outfit, and because he was a good customer the tailor consented to rush the work.
So she called up no false, provoking smile of joy, to drive Grim frantic, but heard the news of Thurston's arrival with the outward calmness that was perfectly true to the perfect inward indifference. "She has grown guarded that is a very bad sign I shall watch her closer," muttered Grim behind his closed teeth.
The latter wandered off, wondering more than ever what could have been the object of the private gathering in Thurston's study which he had just interrupted. "It's what I told you before," remarked Carton, when Diggory chanced to mention what had happened. "Thirsty's going to the dogs, and I believe big Fletcher's got a lot to do with it.
I have not a second chair to offer, but take this or the foot of the cot, as you prefer." Cloudy took the foot of the cot. "Certainly, Cloudy, I will tell you everything," said Thurston, and forthwith commenced his explanation. Thurston's narrative was clear and to the point. When it was finished Cloudy asked a number of questions, chiefly referring to the day of the tragedy.
By-the-bye," added the speaker, turning with something like a sneer on his lips, and addressing his chum, "it's the Wraxby match on Saturday; I suppose they haven't asked you to play in the team?" The shaft went home, and Thurston's face darkened with anger. "No," he answered indignantly, "and I wouldn't play, not if they all went down on their knees and begged me to.
"Do you care partic'larly where you set, nights, Ossian?" inquired Mrs. Popham, who was now in a state of uncontrolled energy bordering on delirium. "Because your rockin' chair has a Turkey red cushion and it would look splendid in Mr. Thurston's room. You know you fiddle 'bout half the time evenin's, and you always go to bed early."
There are tremendous discounts, if one knows how to insist upon them. All you have to do is to tell them to send it to your house you wanted it today, you said?" "Yes in memory of yesterday," he murmured. She herself gave the directions, and Thurston's people, now all salesmen again, bowed grateful acquiescence.
Come here." Despite his long run, Harry's face displayed pallor as he came breathlessly into Mr. Thurston's field abode. In a few words, however, the lad was acquainted with the situation as far as it had developed. In the meantime what was the squaw doing with Tom? It must be admitted that Reade hadn't any too clear an idea.
Burgess Thurston. The Thurstons had temperament, and temperament is quite often the highway to the divorce court. It was so in this case. Mrs. Thurston discovered that her husband was paying much attention to other women. She sued for divorce in New York, and he accepted service in the South, where he happened to be. At least it was so testified by Mrs. Thurston's lawyer.
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