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12 | JIM STANDING SIEGE | THE next few meals was pretty sandy, but that don't make no difference when you are hungry; and when you ain't it ain't no satisfaction to eat, anyway, and so a little grit in the meat ain't no particular drawback, as far as I can see.
Then we struck the east end of the Desert at last, sailing on a northeast course. ... | {
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13 | GOING FOR TOM'S PIPE: | BY AND BY we left Jim to float around up there in the neighborhood of the pyramids, and we clumb down to the hole where you go into the tunnel, and went in with some Arabs and candles, and away in there in the middle of the pyramid we found a room and a big stone box in it where they used to keep that king, just as the... | {
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1 | None | "My dear," said William Brenton to his wife, "do you think I shall be missed if I go upstairs for a while? I am not feeling at all well."
[Illustration: "Do you think I shall be missed?"]
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Will," replied Alice, looking concerned; "I will tell them you are indisposed."
"No, don't do that," was th... | {
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2 | None | William Brenton knelt beside the fallen lady, and tried to soothe and comfort her, but it was evident that she was insensible.
"It is useless," said a voice by his side.
Brenton looked up suddenly, and saw standing beside him a stranger. Wondering for a moment how he got there, and thinking that after all it was a ... | {
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3 | None | William Brenton pondered long on the situation. He would have known better how to act if he could have been perfectly certain that he was not still the victim of a dream. However, of one thing there was no doubt--namely, that it was particularly harrowing to see what he had seen in his own house. If it were true that h... | {
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4 | None | For a moment Brenton was so bewildered and amazed at the awful headlines which he read, that he could hardly realize what had taken place. The fact that he had been poisoned, although it gave him a strange sensation, did not claim his attention as much as might have been thought. Curiously enough he was more shocked at... | {
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5 | None | Brenton found himself once more in the streets of Cincinnati, in a state of mind that can hardly be described. Rage and grief struggled for the mastery, and added to the tumult of these passions was the uncertainty as to what he should do, or what he _could_ do. He could hardly ask the advice of Ferris again, for his w... | {
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6 | None | Next morning George Stratton was on the railway train speeding towards Cincinnati. As he handed to the conductor his mileage book, he did not say to him, lightly transposing the old couplet-- "Here, railroad man, take thrice thy fee, For spirits twain do ride with me."
George Stratton was a practical man, and kn... | {
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7 | None | "There!" said Speed to Brenton, triumphantly, "what do you think of _that_? Didn't I say George Stratton was the brightest newspaper man in Chicago? I tell you, his getting that letter from old Brown was one of the cleverest bits of diplomacy I ever saw. There you had quickness of perception, and nerve. All the time he... | {
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8 | None | "Now," said John Speed to William Brenton, "we have got Stratton fairly started on the track, and I believe that he will ferret out the truth in this matter. But, meanwhile, we must not be idle. You must remember that, with all our facilities for discovery, we really know nothing of the murderer ourselves. I propose we... | {
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9 | None | "Jane Morton!" cried Speed; "who is she?"
"She is, as you may remember, the girl who carried the coffee from Mrs. Brenton to monsieur."
"And are you sure she is the criminal?"
The great detective did not answer; he merely gave an expressive little French gesture, as though the question was not worth commenting up... | {
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10 | None | It was evident to George Stratton that he would have no time before the trial came off in which to prove Stephen Roland the guilty person. Besides this, he was in a strange state of mind which he himself could not understand. The moment he sat down to think out a plan by which he could run down the man he was confident... | {
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11 | None | George Stratton sat in the court-room for a moment dazed, before he thought of the principal figure in the trial; then he rose to go to her side, but he found that Roland was there before him. He heard her say, "Get me a carriage quickly, and take me away from here."
So Stratton went back to his hotel to meet his Chi... | {
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12 | None | After receiving this information Stratton sat alone in his room and thought deeply over his plans. He did not wish to make a false step, yet there was hardly enough in the evidence he had secured to warrant his giving Stephen Roland up to the police. Besides this, it would put the suspected man at once on his guard, an... | {
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13 | None | Stephen Roland turned quietly around and shook the hand from his shoulder. It was evident that he recognized Stratton instantly.
"Is this a Chicago joke?" asked the doctor.
"If it is, Mr. Roland, I think you will find it a very serious one."
"Aren't you afraid that _you_ may find it a serious one?"
"I don't see... | {
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14 | None | In the morning Jane Morton prepared to meet Mrs. Brenton, and make her confession. She called at the Brenton residence, but found it closed, as it had been ever since the tragedy of Christmas morning. It took her some time to discover the whereabouts of Mrs. Brenton, who, since the murder, had resided with a friend exc... | {
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15 | None | "I suppose," said Roland, "you thought for a moment I was trying to commit suicide. I think, Mr. Stratton, you will have a better opinion of me by-and-by. I shouldn't be at all surprised if you imagined I induced you to come in here to get you into a trap."
"You are perfectly correct," said Stratton; "and I may say, ... | {
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16 | None | A group of men; who were really alive, but invisible to the searchers, stood in the room where the discovery was made. Two of the number were evidently angry, one in one way and one in another. The rest of the group appeared to be very merry. One angry man was Brenton himself, who was sullenly enraged. The other was th... | {
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1 | A GENERAL PRACTITIONER | Drumtochty was accustomed to break every law of health, except wholesome food and fresh air, and yet had reduced the Psalmist's farthest limit to an average life-rate. Our men made no difference in their clothes for summer or winter, Drumsheugh and one or two of the larger farmers condescending to a topcoat on Sabbath,... | {
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2 | THROUGH THE FLOOD | Doctor MacLure did not lead a solemn procession from the sick bed to the dining-room, and give his opinion from the hearthrug with an air of wisdom bordering on the supernatural, because neither the Drumtochty houses nor his manners were on that large scale. He was accustomed to deliver himself in the yard, and to conc... | {
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3 | A FIGHT WITH DEATH | When Drumsheugh's grieve was brought to the gates of death by fever, caught, as was supposed, on an adventurous visit to Glasgow, the London doctor at Lord Kilspindie's shooting lodge looked in on his way from the moor, and declared it impossible for Saunders to live through the night.
“I give him six hours, more or ... | {
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4 | THE DOCTOR'S LAST JOURNEY | Drumtochty had a vivid recollection of the winter when Dr. MacLure was laid up for two months with a broken leg, and the Glen was dependent on the dubious ministrations of the Kildrummie doctor. Mrs. Macfayden also pretended to recall a “whup” of some kind or other he had in the fifties, but this was considered to be r... | {
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5 | THE MOURNING OF THE GLEN. | Dr. MacLure was buried during the great snowstorm which is still spoken of, and will remain the standard of snowfall in Drumtochty for the century. The snow was deep on the Monday, and the men that gave notice of his funeral had hard work to reach the doctor's distant patients. On Tuesday morning it began to fall again... | {
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1 | IN ST. JACOB STRAAT. | “The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.”
“It is the Professor von Holzen,” said a stout woman who still keeps the egg and butter shop at the corner of St. Jacob Straat in The Hague; she is a Jewess, as, indeed, are most of the denizens of St. Jacob Straat and its neighbour, Bezem Straat, where the fruit-sellers l... | {
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2 | WORK OR PLAY? | “Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.”
Two men were driving in a hansom cab westward through Cockspur Street. One, a large individual of a bovine placidity, wore the Queen's uniform, and carried himself with a solid dignity faintly suggestive of a lighthouse. The other, a narrower man... | {
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3 | BEGINNING AT HOME. | “Charity creates much of the misery it relieves, but it does not relieve all the misery it creates.”
Charity, as all the world knows, should begin at an “at home.” Lord Ferriby knew as well as any that there are men, and perhaps even women, who will give largely in order that their names may appear largely and handso... | {
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4 | A NEW DISCIPLE. | “Pour être heureux, il ne faut avoir rien à oublier.”
There is in the atmosphere of the Hotel of the Vieux Doelen at The Hague something as old-world, as quiet and peaceful, as there is in the very name of this historic house. The stairs are softly carpeted; the great rooms are hung with tapestry, and otherwise decor... | {
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5 | OUT OF EGYPT. | “Un esclave est moins celui qu'on vend que celui qui se donne” A sea fog was blowing across the smooth surface of the Maas where that river is broad and shallow, and a steamer anchored in the channel, grim and motionless, gave forth a grunt of warning from time to time, while a boy with mittened hands rang the bell h... | {
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6 | ON THE DUNES. | “L'indifference est le sommeil du coeur.”
The village of Scheveningen, as many know, is built on the sand dunes, and only sheltered from the ocean by a sea-wall. A new Scheveningen has sprung up on this sea-wall--a mere terrace of red brick houses, already faded and weather-worn, which stare forlornly at the shallow ... | {
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7 | OFFICIAL. | “One may be so much a man of the world as to be nothing in the world.”
Political Economy will some day have to recognize Philanthropy as a possible--nay, a certain stumbling-block in the world's progress towards that millennium when Supply and Demand shall sit down together in peace. Charity is certainly sowing seed ... | {
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8 | THE SEAMY SIDE. | “For this is death, and the sole death, When a man's loss comes to him from his gain.”
Mrs. Vansittart told Roden that her house was in Park Street in The Hague. But she did not mention that it was at the corner of Orange Street, which makes all the difference. For Park Street is long, and the further end of it--the ... | {
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9 | A SHADOW FROM THE PAST. | “Le plus sur moyen d'arriver à son but c'est de ne pas faire de rencontres en chemin.”
“Yes, it was long ago--'lang, lang izt's her'--you remember the song Frau Neumayer always sang. So long ago, Mr. Cornish, that----Well, it must be Mr. Cornish, and not Tony.”
Mrs. Vansittart leant back in her comfortable chair an... | {
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10 | DEEPER WATER. | “Une bonne intention est une échelle trop courte.”
“I have had considerable experience in such matters, and I think I may say that the new financial scheme worked out by Mr. Roden and myself is a sound one,” Lord Ferriby was saying in his best manner.
He was addressing Major White, Tony Cornish, Von Holzen, and Per... | {
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11 | IN THE OUDE WEG. | “Le sage entend à demi mot.”
The porter of the hotel on the Toornoifeld was enjoying his early cigarette in the doorway, when he was impelled by a natural politeness to stand aside for one of the visitors in the hotel.
“Ah!” he said. “You promenade yourself thus early?”
“Yes,” answered Cornish, cheerily, “I prome... | {
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12 | SUBURBAN | “Le bonheur c'est être né joyeux.”
There are in the suburbs of London certain strata of men which lie in circles of diminishing density around the great city, like _debris_ around a volcano. London indeed erupts every evening between the hours of five and six, and throws out showers of tired men, who lie where they f... | {
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13 | THE MAKING OF A MAN. | “Heureux celui qui n'est forcée de sacrifier personne à son devoir.”
“You know,” said Marguerite the next morning, as she and Cornish rode quietly along the sandy roads, beneath the shade of the pines--“you know, papa is such a jolly, simple old dear--he doesn't understand women in the least.”
“And do you call your... | {
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14 | UNSOUND. | “Be wiser than other people if you can; but do not tell them so.”
If Major White was not a man of quick comprehension, he was, at all events, honest in his density. He never said that he understood when he did not do so. When he received a telegram in barracks at Dover to come up to London the next day and meet Corni... | {
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15 | PLAIN SPEAKING. | “Il est rare que la tête des rois soit faite à la mesure de leur couronne.”
“What I want is something to eat,” Miss Marguerite Wade confided in an undertone to Tony Cornish, a few minutes later in Lady Ferriby's drawing-room. She said this with a little glance of amusement, as Cornish stood before her with two plates... | {
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16 | DANGER. | “The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.”
Percy Roden was possessed of that love of horses which, like sentiment, crops up in strange places. He had never been able to indulge this taste beyond the doubtful capacities of the livery-stable. He found, however, that at the Hague he could hire a good sa... | {
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17 | PLAIN SPEAKING. | “A tous maux, il y a deux remèdes--le temps et le silence.”
“They call me Uncle Ben--comprenny?” one man explained very slowly to another for the sixth time across a small iron table set out upon the pavement.
They were seated in front of the humble Café de l'Europe, which lies concealed in an alley that runs betwe... | {
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18 | A COMPLICATION. | “La plus grande punition infligée à l'homme, c'est faire souffrir ce qu'il aime, en voulant frapper ce qu'il hait.”
Cornish had, as he told Mrs. Vansittart, been living a week at Scheveningen in one of the quiet little inns in the fishing-town, where a couple of apples are displayed before lace curtains in the window... | {
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19 | DANGER. | “Beware equally of a sudden friend and a slow enemy.”
Roden and Von Holzen were at work in the little office of the malgamite works. The sun had just set, and the soft pearly twilight was creeping over the sand hills. The day's work was over, and the factories were all locked up for the night. In the stillness that s... | {
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20 | FROM THE PAST. | “One and one with a shadowy third.”
“You have the air, _mon ami_, of a malgamiter,” said Mrs. Vansittart, looking into Cornish's face--“lurking here in your little inn in a back street! Why do you not go to one of the larger hotels in Scheveningen, since you have abandoned The Hague?”
“Because the larger hotels are... | {
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21 | A COMBINED FORCE. | “Hear, but be faithful to your interest still. Secure your heart, then fool with whom you will.”
Mrs. Vansittart walked to the gate of the malgamite works, thinking that Von Holzen was following her on the noiseless sand. At the gate, which the porter threw open on seeing her approach, she turned and found that she w... | {
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22 | GRATITUDE. | “On se guérit de la bienfaisance par la connaissance de ceux qu'on oblige.”
“Can you tell me if there is a moon to-night?” Mrs. Vansittart asked a porter in the railway station at The Hague.
The man stared at her for a moment, then realized that the question was a serious one.
“I will ask one of the engine-driver... | {
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23 | A REINFORCEMENT. | “Prends moy telle que je suy.”
When Major White came down to breakfast at his hotel the next morning, he found the large room deserted and the windows thrown open to the sun and the garden. He was selecting a table, when a step on the verandah made him look up. Standing in the window, framed, as it were, by sunshine ... | {
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24 | A BRIGHT AND SHINING LIGHT. | “Un homme sérieux est celui qui se croit regardé.”
When Lord Ferriby decided to accede to Roden's earnest desire that he should go to The Hague, he was conscious of conferring a distinct favour upon the Low Countries.
“It is not a place one would choose to go to at this time of year,” he said to a friend at the clu... | {
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25 | CLEARING THE AIR | “It is as difficult to be entirely bad as it is to be entirely good.”
Percy Roden, who had been to Utrecht and Antwerp, arrived home on the evening of the day that saw Lord Ferriby's advent to The Hague. Though the day had been fine enough, the weather broke up at sunset, and great clouds chased the sun towards the w... | {
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26 | THE ULTIMATUM. | “Le plus grand, le plus fort et le plus adroit surtout, est celui qui sait attendre.”
“If you think that Herr von Holzen is a philanthropist, my dear,” said Marguerite Wade, sententiously, “that is exactly where your toes turn in.”
She addressed this remark to Joan Ferriby, whose eyes were certainly veiled by that ... | {
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27 | COMMERCE. | “The world will not believe a man repents. And this wise world of ours is mainly right.”
“Then you are of opinion, my dear White, that one cannot well refuse to meet these--er--persons?”
“Not,” replied Major White to Lord Ferriby, whose hand rested on his stout arm as they walked with dignity in the shade of the tr... | {
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28 | WITH CARE. | “Some man holdeth his tongue, because he hath not to answer: and some keepeth silence, knowing his time.”
Those who live for themselves alone must at least have the consolatory thought that when they die the world will soon console itself. For it has been decreed that he who takes no heed of others shall himself be t... | {
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29 | A LESSON. | “Whom the gods mean to destroy, they blind.”
Mrs. Vansittart had passed the age of blind love. She had not the incentive of a healthy competition. She had not that more dangerous incentive of middle-aged vanity, which draws the finger of derision so often in the direction of widows. And yet she took a certain pleasur... | {
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30 | ON THE QUEEN'S CANAL. | “There's not a crime--But takes its proper change still out in crime If once rung on the counter of this world.”
Cornish went back to The Hague immediately after Lord Ferriby's funeral because it has been decreed that for all men, this large world shall sooner or later narrow down to one city, perhaps, or one village... | {
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31 | AT THE CORNER. | “L'homme s'agite et Dieu le mêne.”
The two men on the edge of the canal waited and listened again. It seemed still possible that Von Holzen had swum away in the darkness--had perhaps landed safely and unperceived on the other side.
“This,” said Cornish, at length, “is a police affair. Will you wait here while I go ... | {
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32 | ROUND THE CORNER. | “Les heureux ne rient pas; ils sourient.”
Soon after Mr. Wade and Cornish had quitted their carriage, on that which is known as the New Scheveningen Road, and were walking across the dunes to the malgamite works, they met a policeman running towards them.
“It is,” he answered breathlessly, to their inquiries--“it i... | {
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1 | None | The managing editor of the _New York Argus_ sat at his desk with a deep frown on his face, looking out from under his shaggy eyebrows at the young man who had just thrown a huge fur overcoat on the back of one chair, while he sat down himself on another.
'I got your telegram,' began the editor. 'Am I to understand fr... | {
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2 | None | The last bell had rung. Those who were going ashore had taken their departure. Crowds of human beings clustered on the pier-head, and at the large doorways of the warehouse which stood open on the steamer wharf. As the big ship slowly backed out there was a fluttering of handkerchiefs from the mass on the pier, and an ... | {
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3 | None | The second day out was a pleasant surprise for all on board who had made up their minds to a disagreeable winter passage. The air was clear, the sky blue as if it were spring-time, instead of midwinter. They were in the Gulf Stream. The sun shone brightly and the temperature was mild. Nevertheless, it was an uncomforta... | {
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4 | None | Edith Longworth could hardly be said to be a typical representative of the English girl. She had the English girl's education, but not her training. She had lost her mother in early life, which makes a great difference in a girl's bringing up, however wealthy her father may be; and Edith's father was wealthy, there was... | {
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5 | None | Steamer friendships ripen quickly. It is true that, as a general thing, they perish with equal suddenness. The moment a man sets his foot on solid land the glamour of the sea seems to leave him, and the friend to whom he was ready to swear eternal fealty while treading the deck, is speedily forgotten on shore. Edith Lo... | {
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6 | None | A few mornings later Wentworth worked his way, with much balancing and grasping of stanchions, along the deck, for the ship rolled fearfully, but the person he sought was nowhere visible. He thought he would go into the smoking-room, but changed his mind at the door, and turned down the companion-way to the main saloon... | {
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7 | None | One morning, when Kenyon went to his state-room on hearing the breakfast-gong, he found the lazy occupant of the upper berth still in his bunk.
'Come, Wentworth,' he shouted, 'this won't do, you know. Get up! get up! breakfast, my boy! breakfast! --the most important meal in the day to a healthy man.'
Wentworth yaw... | {
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8 | None | There was one man on board the _Caloric_ to whom Wentworth had taken an extreme dislike. His name was Fleming, and he claimed to be a New York politician. As none of his friends or enemies asserted anything worse about him, it may be assumed that Fleming had designated his occupation correctly. If Wentworth were asked ... | {
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9 | None | 'Tell me what has happened,' demanded John Kenyon.
Wentworth looked up at him.
'Everything has happened,' he answered.
'What do you mean, George? Are you ill? What is the matter with you?'
'I am worse than ill, John--a great deal worse than ill. I wish I were ill.'
'That wouldn't help things, whatever is wron... | {
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10 | None | Miss Jennie Brewster was very much annoyed at being interrupted, and she took no pains to conceal her feelings. She was writing an article entitled 'How People kill Time on Shipboard,' and she did not wish to be disturbed; besides, as she often said of herself, she was not 'a woman's woman,' and she neither liked, nor ... | {
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11 | None | Edith Longworth went to her state-room and there had what women call 'a good cry' over her failure. Jennie Brewster continued her writing, every now and then pausing as she thought, with regret, of some sharp thing she might have said, which did not occur to her at the time of the interview. Kenyon spent his time in pa... | {
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12 | None | Most of the passengers awoke next morning with a bewildering feeling of vague apprehension. The absence of all motion in the ship, the unusual and intense silence, had a depressing effect. The engines had not yet started; that at least was evident. Kenyon was one of the first on deck. He noticed that the pumps were sti... | {
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13 | None | After Edith Longworth left her, Jennie Brewster indulged in a brief spasm of hysterics. Her common-sense, however, speedily came to her rescue; and, as she became more calm, she began to wonder why she had not assaulted the girl who had dared to imprison her. She dimly remembered that she thought of a fierce onslaught ... | {
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14 | None | After all, it must be admitted that George Wentworth was a man of somewhat changeable character. For the last two or three days he had been moping like one who meditated suicide; now when everyone else was anxiously wondering what was going to happen to the ship, he suddenly became the brightest individual on board. Fo... | {
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15 | None | London again! Muddy, drizzly, foggy London, London, with its well filled omnibuses tearing along the streets, more dangerous than the chariots of Rome, London, with its bustling thoroughfares, with its traffic blocked at the corners by the raised white gloved hand of the policeman, London, with the four wheeled growler... | {
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16 | None | John Kenyon did not take a cab. He walked so that he might have time to think. He wanted to arrange in his mind just what he would say to Mr. Longworth, so he pondered over the coming interview as he walked through the busy streets of the City.
He had not yet settled things satisfactorily to himself when he came to t... | {
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17 | None | John Kenyon walked along Cheapside feeling very much downhearted over his rebuff with Longworth. The pretended forgetfulness of the young man, of course, he took at its proper value. He, nevertheless, felt very sorry the interview had been so futile, and, instead of going back to Wentworth and telling him his experienc... | {
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18 | None | George Wentworth was a very much better man than John Kenyon to undertake the commercial task they hoped to accomplish. Wentworth had mixed with men, and was not afraid of them. Although he had suffered keenly from the little episode on the steamer, and although at that trying time he appeared to but poor advantage so ... | {
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19 | None | The chances are that, no matter under what circumstances young Longworth and Kenyon had first met, the former would have disliked the latter. Although strong friendships are formed between men who are dissimilar, it must not be forgotten that equally strong hatreds have arisen between people merely because they were of... | {
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20 | None | Although Jennie Brewster arrived in London angry with the world in general, and with several of its inhabitants in particular, she soon began to revel in the delights of the great city. It was so old that it was new to her, and she visited Westminster Abbey and other of its ancient landmarks in rapid succession. The ch... | {
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21 | None | When John Kenyon entered the office of his friend next morning, Wentworth said to him: 'Well, what luck with the Longworths?'
'No luck at all,' was the answer; 'the young man seemed to have forgotten all about our conversation on board the steamer, and the old gentleman takes no interest in the matter.'
Wentworth ... | {
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22 | None | When John Kenyon returned from the North and entered the office of his friend Wentworth, he found that gentleman and young Longworth talking in the outer room.
'There's a letter for you on my desk,' said Wentworth, after shaking hands with him. 'I'll be there in a minute.'
Kenyon entered the room and found the lett... | {
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23 | None | It is never wise to despise an enemy, no matter how humble he may be. The mouse liberated the enmeshed lion. Jennie Brewster should have been thankful that circumstances, working in her favour, had rendered her account of the discoveries she made about the mines unnecessary. She was saved the bitterness of acknowledged... | {
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24 | None | On the big plate-glass windows of the new rooms there soon appeared, in gilt letters with black edges, the words, 'Canadian Mica Mining Company, Limited: London Offices.' But the workmen who were finishing the interior were not so quick as the painters and gilders. The new offices took a long time to prepare, and both ... | {
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25 | None | When Wentworth dropped in to see if anything had happened, Kenyon told him that young Longworth was not in the North at all, but in Paris. Wentworth pondered over this piece of information for a moment, and said: 'I have written him, but have received no answer. I have just been to see the solicitors, and have told th... | {
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26 | None | William Longworth had an eye for beauty. One of his eyes was generally covered by a round disc of glass, save when the disc fell out of its place and dangled in front of his waistcoat. Whether the monocle assisted his sight or not, it is certain that William knew a pretty girl when he saw her. One of the housemaids in ... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
27 | None | Jennie Brewster stood with her back to the door, a sweet smile on her face.
'This is my day for acting, Miss Longworth. I think I did the _rôle_ of housemaid so well that it deceived several members of this family. I am now giving an imitation of yourself in your thrilling drama, "All at Sea." Don't you think I do it... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
28 | None | One day when Kenyon entered the office, the clerk said to him: 'That young gentleman has been here twice to see you. He said it was very important, sir.'
'What young gentleman?'
'The gentleman--here is his card--who belongs to the _Financial Field_, sir.'
'Did he leave any message?'
'Yes, sir; he said he would... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
29 | None | When John Kenyon entered his office, he thought the clerk looked at him askance. He imagined that innocent employee had been reading the article in the _Financial Field_; but the truth is, John was hardly in a frame of mind to form a correct opinion on what other people were doing. Everybody he met in the street, it se... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
30 | None | Kenyon was on his way to lunch next day, when he met Wentworth at the door.
'Going to feed?' asked the latter.
'Yes.'
'Very well; I'll go with you. I couldn't stay last night to have a talk with you over the meeting; but what did you think of it?'
'Well, considering the article which appeared in the morning, an... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
31 | None | 'What name, please?'
'Tell Mr. Wentworth a lady wishes to see him.'
The boy departed rather dubiously, for he knew this message was decidedly irregular in a business office. People should give their names.
'A lady to see you, sir,' he said to Wentworth; and, then, just as the boy had expected, his employer wanted... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
32 | None | Although the steamship that took Kenyon to America was one of the speediest in the Atlantic service, yet the voyage was inexpressibly dreary to him. He spent most of his time walking up and down the deck, thinking about the other voyage of a few weeks before. The one consolation of his present trip was its quickness.
... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
33 | None | When George Wentworth received this message, he read it several times over before its full meaning dawned upon him. Then he paced up and down his room, and gave way to his feelings. His best friends, who had been privileged to hear George's vocabulary when he was rather angry, admitted that the young man had a fluency ... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
34 | None | The stormy interview with Wentworth disturbed the usual serenity of Mr. Longworth's temper. He went home earlier than was customary with him that night, and the more he thought over the attack, the more unjustifiable it seemed. He wondered what his nephew had really done, and tried to remember what Wentworth had charge... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
35 | None | Edith Longworth, with that precious bit of paper in her pocket, once more got into her hansom and drove to Wentworth's office. Again she took the only easy-chair in the room. Her face was very serious, and Wentworth, the moment he saw it, said to himself. 'She has failed.'
'Have you telegraphed to Mr. Kenyon?' she as... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
36 | None | If any man more miserable and dejected than John Kenyon existed in the broad dominion of Canada, he was indeed a person to be pitied. After having sent his cablegram to Wentworth, he returned to his very cheerless hotel. Next morning when he awoke he knew that Wentworth would have received the message, but that the cha... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
37 | None | When Edith Longworth entered the office of George Wentworth, that young gentleman somewhat surprised her. He sprang from his chair the moment she entered the room, rushed out of the door, and shouted at the top of his voice to the boy, who answered him, whereupon Wentworth returned to the room, apparently in his right ... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
38 | None | When the business of transferring the mine to its new owner was completed, John Kenyon went to the telegraph-office, and sent a short cable-message to Wentworth. Then he turned his steps to the hotel, an utterly exhausted man. The excitement and tension of the day had been too much for him, and he felt that, if he did ... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
39 | None | This chapter consists largely of letters. As a general rule, letters are of little concern to anyone except the writers and the receivers, but they are inserted here in the hope that the reader is already well enough acquainted with the correspondents to feel some interest in what they have written.
It was nearly a f... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
40 | None | Wentworth had written to Kenyon that Mr. Smith absolutely refused to take more than one-third of the profits of the mine. It was true that the offer had been declined, but Wentworth never knew how much tempted the Mistress of the Mine had been when he made it. Her one great desire was to pay back the thirty thousand po... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
41 | None | Kenyon's luck, as he said to himself, had turned. The second year was even more prosperous than the first, and the third as successful as the second. He had a steady market for his mineral, and, besides, he had the great advantage of knowing the rogues to avoid. Some new swindles he had encountered during his first yea... | {
"id": "9379"
} |
1 | AN INVITATION FOR TOM AND HUCK | [Note: Strange as the incidents of this story are, they are not inventions, but facts--even to the public confession of the accused. I take them from an old-time Swedish criminal trial, change the actors, and transfer the scenes to America. I have added some details, but only a couple of them a... | {
"id": "93"
} |
2 | JAKE DUNLAP | WE had powerful good luck; because we got a chance in a stern-wheeler from away North which was bound for one of them bayous or one-horse rivers away down Louisiana way, and so we could go all the way down the Upper Mississippi and all the way down the Lower Mississippi to that farm in Arkansaw without having to change... | {
"id": "93"
} |
3 | A DIAMOND ROBBERY | FROM that time out, we was with him 'most all the time, and one or t'other of us slept in his upper berth. He said he had been so lonesome, and it was such a comfort to him to have company, and somebody to talk to in his troubles. We was in a sweat to find out what his secret was, but Tom said the best way was not to s... | {
"id": "93"
} |
4 | THE THREE SLEEPERS | WELL, all day we went through the humbug of watching one another, and it was pretty sickly business for two of us and hard to act out, I can tell you. About night we landed at one of them little Missouri towns high up toward Iowa, and had supper at the tavern, and got a room upstairs with a cot and a double bed in it, ... | {
"id": "93"
} |
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