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twg_000000050800 | .. During part of this time they were on their first invasion of the east. May saw the Chicago men five and a half games in the lead and their constituents were dreaming of another world's pennant almost every night. Even the doubters were beginning to believe Manager Callahan had found the right combination. Just then came the awakening. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050801 | luck which had been coming their way began breaking against them with remarkable persistency. Plays that had won game after game went wrong and youth was not resourceful enough to offset the breaks. The White Sox began to fall away fast in percentage, but managed to cling to the lead until June . Boston passed them right there and the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050802 | Chicagoans kept on going. By mid-season Manager Callahan was fighting to keep his men in the first division and their slump did not end until they landed in fifth place for a couple of days in August. Then in desperation Callahan began switching his line-up and by herculean effort--and the help of Ed Walsh--climbed back into the upper quartet and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050803 | stuck there to the finish. It was a desperate remedy to take Harry Lord off third base, where he had played during most of his professional career, and try to convert him into an outfielder, a position in which he had had no experience at all. But Lord was too good an offensive player to take out of the game, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050804 | in spite of his slump at third base, and he was willing to try the outfield. Results justified the move. Lord learned outfielding rapidly, and Zeider proved that third base was his natural position. The acquisition of Borton for first base enabled Callahan to put Collins in the outfield, and the White Sox in reality were a stronger team when | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050805 | they finished than when they started their runaway race in April. With one more reliable pitcher to take his turn regularly on the slab all season the White Sox would have kept in the race. Callahan's men made up for some of the disappointment they produced by beating the Cubs in a nine-game post-season series, after the Cubs had won | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050806 | three victories. Two of the nine games were drawn and one other went into extra innings, making a more extended combat than the world's series. * * * * * Cleveland's experience was almost identical with that of , even to swapping managers in mid-season. Harry Davis, for years first lieutenant to Connie Mack, took the management or the Naps | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050807 | under a severe handicap. He succeeded a temporary manager, George Stovall, who had made good in the latter half of the previous season, but who could not be retained without abrogating a previous agreement with Davis. The public did not take kindly to the situation when the Naps failed to get into the fight, and the new management had a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050808 | pitching staff of youngsters with out much of a catching staff to help them out when in trouble. The Cleveland team never was prominent in the race after the first fortnight, although it retained a respectable position at the top of the second division, with an occasional journey into the first division during the first month or six weeks. In | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050809 | the middle of June the Naps dropped back into sixth place, below Detroit, for a while, then took a brace and reclaimed the leadership of the second squad for part of July. Midway in August found Cleveland apparently anchored in sixth spot and, with the consent of the Cleveland club owners, Manager Davis resigned his position. The management was given | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050810 | to Joe Birmingham, who took hold of it with enthusiasm but without experience, just as Stovall did the previous year. He infused new life into the team, shook it up a bit, and improved its playing so much that Cleveland passed Detroit before the end of the race, and was threatening to knock Chicago out of fourth place at one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050811 | time. This would have happened but for the brace of the White Sox. Profiting by previous experience the club owners did not look around for a permanent manager until they saw what Birmingham could do, and in consequence were in position to offer him the leadership of the Naps for the season of . * * * * * What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050812 | was left to Manager Jennings from the great Detroit team that had won three straight pennants was slowing up, with the exception of Tyrus Cobb, who has yet to reach the meridian of his career, and the Georgian got into trouble fairly early in the season, with the result that he was suspended for a considerable period. That and the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050813 | strike of the Tigers in Philadelphia threw a monkey-wrench into the machinery, resulting in a tangle which Jennings was unable to straighten out all the season. There was a problem at first base which he had a hard time solving. The break in Del Gainor's wrist the season before had not mended as it should have done, and he was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050814 | unable to play the position regularly. Moriarty was pressed into service there and did good work in an unfamiliar position; then the infield was shifted several times without marked benefit. Donovan, who had always been of great help on the slab in hot weather, was not equal to the task of another year and was made manager of the Providence | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050815 | team. Jean Dubuc was the only one of the young pitchers who proved a star, but his work kept the Tigers from being a lot more disappointing proposition than they were. * * * * * St. Louis and New York were outclassed from the start. Two weeks after the season opened it was apparent they were doomed to fight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050816 | it out for the last round on the ladder. That the Browns finally escaped the cellar in the closing days of the race was due largely to the efforts of Stovall, who was made manager to succeed Wallace near the middle of the season. As early as the first of May it was seen the Browns and Yankees were destined | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050817 | to trail. The New York team quickly gravitated to the bottom. It started without the services of Catcher Eddie Sweeney, who held out for a larger salary, and it had a manager at the helm who was inexperienced in major league leadership. Not until April did New York win a game and in that time it had lost seven straight, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050818 | postponements accounting for the rest of the time. St. Louis got a little better start and for a while was inclined to dispute sixth place with Detroit, but on May the Browns found only New York between them and the basement. In the middle of May the Yankees passed St. Louis and ran seventh in the race until July. . | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050819 | But accident and injury, and the loss of Cree, shot the Yankees to pieces. For nearly six weeks, however, it was a battle royal between New York and St. Louis to escape the last hole, but in the middle of August the Yankees again established their superiority, retaining seventh place until after the middle of September. In the homestretch the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050820 | new blood given Stovall enabled him to pull his men out of the last notch just before the schedule ran out. This feat was soon forgotten in the defeat of the Browns by the Cardinals in their post-prandial series for the championship of the Mound City. * * * * * The year was not prolific of freak or record-breaking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050821 | performances in the American League. Walter Johnson of Washington, and Joe Wood of Boston were credited with sixteen straight victories, which raised the American League record in that respect from fourteen straight, formerly held by Jack Chesbro of the Yankees. Mullin of Detroit and Hamilton of St. Louis added their names to the list of hurlers who have held opponents | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050822 | without a safe hit in nine innings. Mullin performed his hitless feat against St. Louis and Hamilton retaliated by holding Detroit without a safety. The number of games in which pitchers escaped with less than four hits against them was smaller than usual, however. There were only seventy-eight shut-out games recorded last season by comparison with the American League's record | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050823 | of . The longest game of the younger league's season lasted nineteen innings, Washington defeating Philadelphia in that combat to , and it was played late in September when the two teams were scrapping for second place. The American League record for overtime is twenty-four innings, held by Philadelphia and Boston. There were a lot of slugging games in , | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050824 | but not as many as during the season of . Philadelphia piled up the highest total, , in eight innings, but it was made against the semi-professional team which wore Detroit uniforms on the day the Tigers struck. The highest genuine total of hits was twenty-three, made by the Athletics against New York pitchers. The Athletics also run up the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050825 | highest score of the league's season when they compounded twenty-four runs against Detroit In May. The semi-monthly standing of the race by percentages follows: STANDING OF CLUBS ON MAY . Club. Won. Lost. PC. Chicago . Boston . Washington . Cleveland . Athletics . Detroit . St. Louis . New York . STANDING OF CLUBS ON MAY . Chicago . | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050826 | Boston . Washington . Cleveland . Detroit . Athletics . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON JUNE . Chicago . Boston . Detroit . Athletics . Cleveland . Washington . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON JUNE . Boston . Chicago . Washington . Athletics . Detroit . Cleveland . New York | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050827 | . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON JULY . Boston . Athletics . Chicago . Washington . Cleveland . Detroit . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON JULY . Boston . Washington . Athletics . Chicago . Cleveland . Detroit . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON AUGUST . Boston . | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050828 | Washington . Athletics . Chicago . Detroit . Cleveland . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON AUGUST . Boston . Athletics . Washington . Chicago . Detroit . Cleveland . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON SEPTEMBER . Boston . Washington . Athletics . Chicago . Detroit . Cleveland . New York | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050829 | . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON SEPTEMBER . Boston . Athletics . Washington . Chicago . Detroit . Cleveland . New York . St. Louis . STANDING OF CLUBS ON OCTOBER . Boston . Washington . Athletics . Chicago . Cleveland . Detroit . St. Louis . New York . STANDING OF CLUBS AT CLOSE OF SEASON Bos. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050830 | Wash. Ath. Chic. Clev. Det. S.L. N.Y. Won PC Boston -- . Washington -- . Athletics -- . Chicago -- . Cleveland -- . Detroit -- . St. Louis -- . New York -- . -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Lost NATIONAL LEAGUE STANDING OF CLUBS AT CLOSE OF SEASON. N.Y. Pitts.Chi. Cin. Phil.St.L. Bkln. Bos. Won. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050831 | PC. New York -- . Pittsburgh -- . Chicago -- . Cincinnati -- . Philadelphia -- . St. Louis -- . Brooklyn -- . Boston -- . -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- ---- Lost The Chicago-Pittsburgh game at Chicago, October , was protested by the Pittsburgh club and thrown out of the records, taking a victory | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050832 | from the Chicago club and a defeat from the Pittsburgh club. CHAMPIONSHIP WINNERS IN PREVIOUS YEARS. - Athletics . | - Chicago . | - Brooklyn . - Boston . | - Chicago . | - Brooklyn . - Boston . | - Detroit . | - Pittsburgh . - Boston . | - New York . | - Pittsburgh | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050833 | . - Boston . | - New York . | - Pittsburgh . - Chicago . | - Brooklyn . | - New York . - Boston . | - Boston . | - New York . - Boston . | - Boston . | - Chicago . - Providence . | - Boston . | - Chicago . - | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050834 | Chicago . | - Baltimore . | - Chicago . - Chicago . | - Baltimore . | - Pittsburgh . - Chicago . | - Baltimore . | - Chicago . - Boston . | - Boston . | - New York . - Providence . | - Boston . | INDIVIDUAL BATTING. Following are the Official Batting Averages | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050835 | of National League players who participated in any manner in at least fifteen championship games during the season of : Name and Club G. A.B. R. H. T.B. 2B 3B HR SH SB PC Zimmerman, Chicago . Meyers, New York . Sweeney, Boston . Evers, Chicago . Bresnaban, St. Louis -- . McCormick, New York -- -- . Doyle, New | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050836 | York . Kuisely, Cincinnati -- . Lobert, Philadelphia . Wiltse, New York -- -- . Wagner, Pittsburgh . Hendrix, Pittsburgh . Kirke, Boston . Kelly, Pittsburgh . Marsans, Cincinnati . Kling, Boston . Donlin, Pittsburgh . Stengel, Brooklyn -- . Paskert, Philadelphia . Konetchy, St. Louis . Crandall, New York -- -- . Titus, Philadelphia-Boston . Merkle, New York . | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050837 | Daubert, Brooklyn . W. Miller, Chicago -- . S. Magee, Phila . Wheat, Brooklyn . Huggins, St. Louis -- . Carey, Pittsburgh . Edington, Pittsburgh -- -- -- . Simon, Pittsburgh -- -- . | 34 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050838 | Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. THE HUNT BALL MYSTERY BY SIR WILLIAM MAGNAY, Bt. Author of "A Prince of Lovers," "The Mystery of the Unicorn," etc., etc. Contents Chap I THE INTRUDER II THE STAINED FLOWERS III THE STREAK ON THE CUFF IV THE MISSING GUEST V THE LOCKED ROOM VI THE MYSTERY | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050839 | OF CLEMENT HENSHAW VII THE INCREDULITY OF GERVASE HENSHAW VIII KELSON'S PERPLEXITY IX THE CLOAK OF NIGHT X AN ALARMING DISCOVERY XI GIFFORD'S COMMISSION XII HAD HENSHAW A CLUE? XIII WHAT GIFFORD SAW IN THE WOOD XIV GIFFORD'S PERPLEXITY XV ANOTHER DISCOVERY XVI AN EXPLANATION XVII WHAT A GIRL SAW XVIII THE LOST BROOCH XIX IN THE CHURCHYARD XX AN | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050840 | INVOLUNTARY EAVESDROPPER XXI GIFFORD CONTINUES HIS STORY XXII HOW GIFFORD ESCAPED XXIII EDITH MORRISTON'S STORY XXIV HOW THE STORY ENDED XXV DEFIANCE XXVI ISSUE JOINED XXVII GIFFORD'S REWARD THE INTRUDER "I'm afraid it must have gone on in the van, sir." "Gone on!" Hugh Gifford exclaimed angrily. "But you had no business to send the train on till all the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050841 | luggage was put out." "The guard told me that all the luggage for Branchester was out," the porter protested deprecatingly. "You see, sir, the train was nearly twenty minutes late, and in his hurry to get off he must have overlooked your suit-case." "The very thing I wanted most," the owner returned. "I say, Kelson," he went on, addressing a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050842 | tall, soldierly man who strolled up, "a nice thing has happened; the train has gone off with my evening clothes." Kelson whistled. "Are you sure?" "Quite." Gifford appealed to the porter, who regretfully confirmed the statement. "That's awkward to-night," Kelson commented with a short laugh of annoyance. "Look here, we'd better interview the station-master, and have your case wired for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050843 | to the next stop. I am sorry, old fellow, I kept you talking instead of letting you look after your rattle-traps, but I was so glad to see you again after all this long time." "Thanks, my dear Harry, you've nothing to blame yourself about. It was my own fault being so casual. The nuisance is that if I don't | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050844 | get the suit-case back in time I shan't be able to go with you to-night." "No," his friend responded; "that would be a blow. And it's going to be a ripping dance. Dick Morriston, who hunts the hounds, is doing the thing top-hole. Now let's see what the worthy and obliging Prior can do for us." The station-master was prepared | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050845 | to do everything in his power, but that did not extend to altering the times of the trains or shortening the mileage they had to travel. He wired for the suit-case to be put out at Medford, the next stop, some forty miles on, and sent back by the next up-train. "But that," he explained, "is a slow one and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050846 | is not due here till .. However, I'll send it on directly it arrives, and you should get it by ten o'clock or a few minutes after. You are staying at the _Lion_?" "Yes." "Not more than ten or twelve minutes' drive. I'll do my best and there shall be no delay." The two men thanked him and walked out | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050847 | to the station yard, where a porter waited with the rest of Gifford's luggage. "There is a gentleman here going to the _Lion_" he said with a rather embarrassed air; "I told him your fly was engaged, sir; but he said perhaps you would let him share it with you." Kelson looked black. "I like the way some people have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050848 | of taking things for granted. Cheek, I call it. He had better wait or walk." "The gentleman said he was in a hurry, sir," the porter observed apologetically. "No reason why he should squash us up in the fly," Kelson returned. "I'll have a word with the gentleman. Where is he?" "I think he is in the fly, sir." "The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050849 | devil he is! We'll have him out, Hugh. Infernally cool." And he strode off towards the waiting fly. "Better see what sort of chap he is before you go for him, Harry," Gifford said deprecatingly as he followed. He knew his masterful friend's quick temper, and anticipated a row. "If you don't mind, this is my fly, sir," Kelson was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050850 | saying as Gifford reached him. "The porter told me it was the _Golden Lion_ conveyance," a strong, deeply modulated voice replied from the fly. "And I think he told you it was engaged," Kelson rejoined bluffly. "I did not quite understand that," the voice of the occupant replied in an even tone. "I am sorry if there has been any | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050851 | misunderstanding; but as I am going to the hotel--" "That is no reason why you should take our fly," Kelson retorted, his temper rising at the other's coolness. "I must ask you to vacate it at once," he added with heat. "How many of you are there?" The man leaned forward showing in the doorway a handsome face, dark almost | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050852 | to swarthiness. "Only two? Surely there is no need to turn me out. You don't want to play the dog in the manger. There is room for all three, and I shall be happy to contribute my share of the fare." "I don't want anything of the sort--" Kelson was beginning angrily when Gifford intervened pacifically. "It is all right, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050853 | Harry. We can squeeze in. The fellow seems more or less a gentleman; don't let's be churlish," he added in an undertone. "But it is infernal impudence," Kelson protested. "Yes; but we don't want a row. It is not as though there was another conveyance he could take." "All right. I suppose we shall have to put up with the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050854 | brute," Kelson assented grudgingly. "But I hate being bounced like this." Gifford took a step to the carriage-door. "I think we can all three pack in," he said civilly. "I'll take the front seat, if you like," the stranger said, without, however, showing much inclination to move. "Oh, no; stay where you are," Gifford answered. "I fancy I am the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050855 | smallest of the three; I shall be quite comfortable there. Come along, Harry." With no very amiable face Kelson got in and took the vacant seat by the stranger. His attitude was not conducive to geniality, and so for a while there was silence. At length as they turned from the station approach on to the main road the stranger | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050856 | spoke. His deep-toned voice had a musical ring in it, yet somehow to Gifford's way of thinking it was detestable. Perhaps it was the speaker's rather aggressive and, to a man, objectionable personality, which made it seem so. "I am sorry to inconvenience you," he said, more with an air of saying the right thing than from any real touch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050857 | of regret. "On an occasion like this they ought to provide more conveyances. But country towns are hopeless." "Oh, it is all right," Gifford responded politely. "The drive is not very long." "A mile?" The man's musical inflection jarred on Gifford, who began to wonder whether their companion could be a professional singer. One of their own class he certainly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050858 | was not. "I presume you gentlemen are going to the Hunt Ball?" he asked. "Yes," Gifford answered. "Rather a new departure having it in a private house," the man said. "Quite a sound idea, I have no doubt Morriston will do us as well--much better than we should fare at the local hotel or Assembly Rooms." "Are you going?" They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050859 | were the first words Kelson had uttered since the start, and the slight surprise in their tone was not quite complimentary. It must have so struck the other, seeing that he replied with a touch of resentment: "Yes. Why not?" "No reason at all," Kelson answered, except that I don't remember to have seen you out with the Cumberbatch." "I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050860 | dare say not," the other rejoined easily. "It is some years since I hunted with them. I'm living down in the south now, and when I'm at home usually turn out with the Bavistock. Quite a decent little pack, _faute de mieux_; and Bobby Amphlett, who hunts them, is a great pal of mine." "I see," Kelson observed guardedly. "Yes, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050861 | I believe they are quite good as far as they go." The stranger gave a short laugh. "They, or rather a topping old dog-fox, took us an eleven mile point the other day, which was good enough in that country. Being in town I thought I would run down to this dance for old acquaintance' sake. Dare say one will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050862 | meet some old friends." "No doubt," Kelson responded dryly. "As you have been good enough to ask me to share your fly," the man observed, with a rather aggressive touch of irony, "I may as well let you know who I am. My name is Henshaw, Clement Henshaw." "Any relation to Gervase Henshaw?" Gifford asked. "He is my brother. You | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050863 | know him?" "Only by reputation at my profession, the Bar. And I came across a book of his the other day." "Ah, yes. Gervase scribbles when he has time. He is by way of being an authority on criminology." "And is, I should say," Gifford added civilly. "Yes; he is a smart fellow. Has the brains of the family. I'm | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050864 | all for sport and the open-air life." "And yet," thought Gifford, glancing at the dark, rather intriguing face opposite to him, "you don't look a sportsman. More a _viveur_ than a regular open-air man, more at home in London or Paris than in the stubbles or covert." But he merely nodded acceptance of Henshaw's statement. "My name is Kelson," the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050865 | soldier said, supplying an omission due to Henshaw's talk of himself. "I have hunted this country pretty regularly since I left the Service. And my friend is Hugh Gifford." "Gifford? Did not Wynford Place where we are going to-night belong to the Giffords?" Henshaw asked, curiosity overcoming tact. "Yes," Gifford answered, "to an uncle of mine. He sold it lately | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050866 | to Morriston." "Ah; a pity. Fine old place," Henshaw observed casually. "Naturally you know it well." "I have had very good times there," Gifford answered, with a certain reserve as though disinclined to discuss the subject with a stranger. "I have come down now also for old acquaintance' sake," he added casually. "I see," Henshaw responded. "Not altogether pleasant, though, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050867 | to see an old family place in the hands of strangers. Personally, when a thing is irrevocably gone, as, I take it, Wynford Place is, I believe in letting it slide out of one's mind, and having no sentiment about it." "No doubt a very convenient plan," Gifford replied dryly. "All the same, if I can retrieve my evening kit, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050868 | which has gone astray, I hope to enjoy myself at Wynford Place to-night without being troubled with undue sentimentality." "Good," Henshaw responded with what seemed a half-smothered yawn. "Regret for a thing that is gone past recall does not pay; though as long as there is a chance of getting it I believe in never calling oneself beaten. Here we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050869 | are at the _Lion_." THE STAINED FLOWERS "What do you think of our acquaintance?" Gifford said as they settled down in the private room of Kelson, who made the _Golden Lion_ his hunting quarters. "Not much. In fact, I took a particular dislike to the fellow. Wrong type of sportsman, eh?" "Decidedly. Fine figure of a man and good-looking enough, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050870 | but spoilt by that objectionable, cock-sure manner." "And I should say a by no means decent character." "A swanker to the finger-tips. And that implies a liar." "Not worth discussing," Kelson said. "He goes to-morrow. I made a point of inquiring how long he had engaged his room for. One night." "Good. Then we shan't be under the ungracious necessity | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050871 | of shaking him off. I can't tell you how sick I am, Harry, at the loss of my things." "No more than I am, my dear fellow. If only a suit of mine would fit you. But that's hopeless." They both laughed ruefully at the idea, for Captain Kelson looked nearly twice the size of his friend. "We'll hope they'll | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050872 | arrive in time for you to see something of the fun at any rate," Kelson said. "I'm in no hurry; I'll wait with you." "You will do nothing of the sort, Harry," Gifford protested. "Do you think I can't amuse myself for an hour or two alone? You'll go off at the proper time. Absurd to wait till every decent | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050873 | girl's card is full." "I don't like it, Hugh." "Nor do I. But it is practically my fault in not looking sharper after my luggage, and better one should suffer than two." So it was arranged that Captain Kelson should go on alone and his guest should follow as soon as his clothes turned up and he could change into | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050874 | them. That settled, they sat down to dinner. "Tell me about the Morristons, Harry," Gifford said. "He is a very good fellow, isn't he?" "Dick Morriston? One of the best. Straight goer to hounds and straight in every other capacity, I should say. You know they used to live at Friar's Norton, near here, before they bought your uncle's place." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050875 | "Yes, I know. What is the sister like?" "A fine, handsome girl," Kelson answered, without enthusiasm. "Rather too cold and statuesque for my taste, although I have heard she has a bit of the devil in her. Quite a sportswoman, and as good after hounds as her brother. They say she had a thin time of it with her step-mother, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050876 | and has come out wonderfully since the old lady died. Lord Painswick, who lives near here, is supposed to be very sweet on her. Perhaps the affair will develop to-night. The ball will be rather a toney affair." "Morriston has plenty of money?" "Heaps. And the sister is an heiress too. The old man did not nearly live up to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050877 | his income and there were big accumulations." "Which enabled the son to buy our property," Gifford said with a tinge of bitterness. "Well, it might have been worse. Wynford has not passed into the hands of some Jew millionaire or City speculator, but has gone to a gentleman, a good fellow and a sportsman, eh?" "Yes; Dick Morriston is all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050878 | that. As the place had to go, you could not have found a better man to succeed your people." When the time came to start for the ball Gifford went down to see his friend off and to repeat his orders concerning the immediate delivery of his suit-case when it should arrive. Henshaw was in the hall, bulking big in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050879 | a fur coat and complaining in a masterful tone of the unpunctuality of his fly. A handsome fellow, Gifford was constrained to acknowledge, and of a strong, positive character; the type of man, he thought, who could be very fascinating to women--and very brutal. He dropped his rather bullying manner as he caught sight of the two friends; and, noticing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050880 | Gifford's morning clothes, made a casually sympathetic remark on his bad luck. "Oh, I shall come on when my things arrive, which ought to be soon," Gifford responded coldly, disliking the man and his rather obvious insincerity. "We might have driven over together," Henshaw said, addressing Kelson. "But I hardly cared to propose it after the line you took at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050881 | the station." There was an unpleasant curl of the lip as he spoke the words almost vindictively, as though with intent to put Kelson in the wrong. But his sneer had no effect on the ex-Cavalryman. "I am driving over in my own trap," he replied coolly, ignoring the other's intent. "You will be a good deal more comfortable in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050882 | a closed carriage." "Decidedly," Henshaw returned with a laugh. "I am not so fond of an east wind as to get more of it than can be helped. And, after all, it is best to go independently to an affair of this sort. One may get bored and want to leave early." Kelson nodded with a grim appreciation of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050883 | man's trick of argument, and went out to his waiting dog-cart. Henshaw's fly drove up as Gifford turned back from the door. "I suppose we shall see you towards midnight," he said lightly as he passed Gifford, his tone clearly suggesting his utter indifference in the matter. "I dare say," Gifford replied, and as he went upstairs he heard an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050884 | order given for "Mr. Henshaw's fire in number to be kept up against his return." Alone in the oak-panelled sitting-room Gifford settled down to wait for his clothes. He skimmed through several picture-papers that were lying about, and then took up a novel. But a restless fit was on him, and he could not settle down to read. He threw | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050885 | aside the book and began thinking of the old property which his uncle had muddled away, and recalling the happy times he had spent there from his schooldays onwards. Memories of the rambling old house and its park crowded upon him. By force of one circumstance or another he had not been there for nearly ten years, and a great | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050886 | impatience to see it again took hold of him. He looked at the clock. At the best, supposing there were no hitch, his suit-case could hardly arrive for another hour and a half. Wynford Place was a bare mile away, perhaps twenty minutes' walk; the night was fine and moonlight, he was getting horribly bored in that room; he would | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050887 | stroll out and have a look at the outside of the old place. After all, it was only the exterior that he could expect to find unaltered; doubtless the Morristons with their wealth had transformed the interior almost out of his knowledge. Anyhow he would see that later. Just then he simply longed for a sight of the ancient house | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050888 | with its detached tower and the familiar landmarks. Accordingly he filled a pipe, put on a thick overcoat and a golf cap and went out, leaving word of his return within the hour. But it was a good two hours before he reappeared, and the landlord, who met him with the news that the missing suit-case had been awaiting him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050889 | in his room since twenty minutes past ten, was struck by a certain peculiarity in his manner. It was nothing very much beyond a suggestion of suppressed excitement and that rather wild look which lingers in a man's eyes when he is just fresh from a dispute or has experienced a narrow escape from danger. Then Gifford ordered a stiff | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050890 | glass of spirits and soda and drank it off before going up to change. "Shall you be going to Wynford Place, sir?" the landlord inquired as he glanced at the clock. Gifford hesitated a moment. "Yes. Let me have a fly in a quarter of an hour," he answered. But it was more than double that time when he came | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050891 | down dressed for the dance. The old house looked picturesque enough in the moonlight as he approached it. All the windows in the main building were lighted up, and there was a pleasant suggestion of revelry about the ivy-clad pile. Standing some dozen yards from the house, but connected with it by a covered way, was a three-storied tower, the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050892 | remains of a much older house, and from the lower windows of this lights also shone. Gifford entered the well-remembered hall and made his way, almost in a dream, to the ball-room, where many hunting men in pink made the scene unusually gay. Unable for the moment to catch sight of Kelson, he had to introduce himself to his host, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050893 | who had heard of his mishap and gave him a cheerily sympathetic welcome. Richard Morriston was a pleasant-looking man of about five or six-and-thirty, the last man, Gifford thought, he would bear a grudge against for possessing the old home of the Giffords. "I'm afraid you must look upon me rather in the light of an intruder here," Morriston said | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050894 | pleasantly. "A very acceptable one so far as I am concerned," Gifford responded with something more than empty civility. "It is very kind of you to say so," his host rejoined. "Anyhow the least I can do is to ask you with all sincerity to make yourself free of the place while you are in the neighbourhood. Edith," he called | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050895 | to a tall, handsome girl who was just passing on a man's arm, "this is Mr. Gifford, who knows Wynford much better than we do." Miss Morriston left her partner and held out her hand. "We were so sorry to hear of your annoying experience," she said. "These railway people are too stupid. I am so glad you retrieved your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050896 | luggage in time to come on to us." Gifford was looking at her with some curiosity during her speech, and quickly came to the conclusion that Kelson's description of her had certainly not erred on the side of exaggeration. She looked divinely handsome in her ball-dress of a darkish shade of blue, relieved by a bunch of roses in her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050897 | corsage and a single diamond brooch. Statuesque, too statuesque, Kelson had called her; certainly her manner and bearing had a certain cold stateliness, but Gifford had penetration enough to see that behind the reserve and the society tone of her welcome there might easily be a depth of feeling which his friend with a lesser knowledge of human nature never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050898 | suspected. An interesting girl, decidedly, Gifford concluded as he made a suitable acknowledgment of her greeting, and, I fancy, my friend Harry takes a rather too superficial view of her character, he thought, as strolling off in search of Kelson, he found himself watching his hostess from across the room with more than ordinary interest. He soon encountered Kelson coming | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000050899 | out of a gaily decorated passage which he knew led to the old tower. He had a pretty girl on his arm, tall and fair, but with none of Miss Morriston's dignified coldness. This girl had a sunny, laughing face, and Gifford thought he understood why his friend had not been enthusiastic over the probable Lady Painswick. Kelson, receiving him | 60 | gutenberg |
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