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She longed for her father, that artist at creating hysterical parties. She thought of smoking a cigarette, to shock them, and dismissed the obscene thought before it was quite formed. She wondered whether they could for five minutes be coaxed to talk about something besides the winter top of Knute Stamquist's Ford, and what Al Tingley had said about his mother-in-law.
But old Hector was a pillar of the church; his family had always accompanied him thither on Sundays, and a sense of duty indicated to Donald that, as the future head of the clan, he should not alter its customs. By a strange coincidence, the Reverend Mr. Tingley chose as the text for his sermon the eighth chapter of the Gospel according to St. John from the first to the eleventh verses, inclusive.
They favored her, of course." "But why any demerit at all, if she was a spy for Miss Picolet?" demanded Helen, in a worried tone. "Pshaw! that's all for a blind," declared the Fox. And then all three saw Ruth at the bottom of the steps. The Fox and Belle Tingley turned away without giving Ruth a second glance, and went into the building.
"Why that would mean anything valuable found upon the land which is not naturally a part of it." "Like a box of money, or papers?" "Yes! I see. I declare, child, maybe the boy, Jerry, has told you the truth!" "I am sure he has. He seemed like a perfectly honest boy," declared Ruth, anxiously. "I will see Mr. Preston again," spoke Mrs. Tingley, decisively. The storm continued through the forenoon.
And if you want to live in peace here, keep out o' my way!" snarled the real estate man. "You old scoundrel!" exclaimed Mr. Tingley, stepping swiftly toward him. "Get off Cliff Island and get off quick. I'd spend a thousand dollars to get a penny's worth of damages from you. I'll sue you in the civil courts for trespass if you don't go and go quick!
By this time Tingley had drawn his revolver, and the two passengers joined him in returning the fire of the enemy. Now he bent down and picked up the reins, and within the next two hundred yards or so he managed to swing the leaders back into the road. From there on it was a race. The Apaches were catching up their ponies and surging along at a dead run to overtake their victims.
"I don't know anything about the man," said Ruth, smiling. "But one of my chums has invited me to go to Cliff Island for the Christmas holidays. Her father has bought the place and is building a lodge there." "Good lands!" ejaculated Jerry. "Isn't that a coincidence?" Ruth commented. "Now, you wouldn't refuse a job with Mr. Tingley; would you?" "Tingley is that the name?" "Yes.
"How this soft snow does clog the snow-shoes," complained Belle Tingley, removing the racquettes to knock them free. "But the flakes are smaller now," said Ruth. "See, girls! it's coming faster and finer. I believe we shall have to hurry back, Helen." "Ruth is right," added Madge Steele, who, as the oldest of the party, should have used her authority before this.
Tingley interfered little with the pranks of the young folk, and Izzy was careful not to throw any snow into her compartment. But the tease did not know when to stop. He was usually that way as Madge said, Izzy would drive a willing horse to death. It was Heavy and Ann, however, who paid him back in some of his own coin. The boys finally made their preparations for bed.
And there is Annie Besant, who was once an ardent worker in the Social-democratic Federation; H. M. Hyndman tells of his dismay when she went to India and walked in a procession between two white bulls! Here in California is Madame Tingley, with a colony and a host of followers in a miniature paradise.
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