{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3415", "width": "2157", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "0 \\\\V O A 0\\nv f t o sy s f\\nA, v\\nov A\\nnv r\\n4 4 y\\n\u00c2\u00ab0 o\\n.V\\nV v\\nA y\\nV\\nv^ v\\nC G\\nvv r a g /I s\\nv t e /x v 0 nq\\ni V i U o O\\nX 4*^\\n4 O\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n1 v C- -o J*- -v--\\n*N\\nO V\\n0 i 5 v \\\\0 v.\\nr o ^6/Jf^ f\\\\\\nmm *\u00e2\u0080\u00a2\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0080\u0099*\u00e2\u0096\u00a0f\u00c2\u00b0 ^v\u00c2\u00ab\\nv v\\nv*V \u00c2\u00b0^pV iiwv__^ v\\n0 4 f\\nr VJ 0 O \\\\V o l a M P\\n0 ^r^Tv O 1-iv\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2w\\n1 0 Aa A o\\nA 5 o N 0\\ncv .0 S\\nO\\no vP\\npS\\no\\nv^\\n\u00c2\u00b0o\\naV^ v 0,1\\nO .0\\ny o\\n.y f\\nv 4 *i Sf,\\n.s\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2^0^\\n5 V O\\nL/ Y O. 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LEE,\\nIn the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.\\n(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.)\\n1\\nScCJND COPY,\\na fey\\ntsfyU Jf, /foe", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nCHAPTER PAGE\\nI The Bartons of Talledega. 7\\nII Lord Asquith Apohaqui.12\\nIII Mr. Rhett Calhoun of Alabama 18\\nIV Lord Apohaqui meets the Bartons 31\\nV Lord Apohaqui meets Mr. Rhett Calhoun 45\\nVI Mr. Green Gassaway of Louisiana 49\\nVII Lord Apohaqui meets the Author of the\\nG. A. N.60\\nVIII Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Prodigies.68\\nIX Lady Apohaqui calls on the Bartons 81\\nX Lord Bunger of Wendham Castle 92\\nXI Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Castle.105\\nXII Lord Bunger Proposes.118\\nXIII Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Burglar.136\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2XIV The Bartons dine in Great Barrington\\nSquare.141\\nXV Lord Bunger is Exposed.149\\nXVI From Palace to Prison.159\\nXVII Lord Apohaqui and Grace Barton go Shop\u00c2\u00ac\\nping .164\\nXVIII Grace Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Trial.176\\nXIX Lady Apohaqui Disapproves of the Bartons 193\\nXX A Comedy in Tyrol.206\\nXXI Count Volpi Proposes.222\\nXXII The Flight to Siena.238\\nXXIII Mr. Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Social Ambition 244\\nXXIV Count Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Coup d\u00e2\u0080\u0099etat 253\\nXXV At Midnight in San Quirico.265\\nXXVI Lord Apohaqui Proposes.274\\nXXVII Conclusion.283", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A LORD\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COURTSHIP.\\nCHAPTER I.\\nTHE BARTONS OF TALLEDEGA.\\nIt was ten minutes after midnight when Miss Grace\\nBarton returned from Mrs. Huntington Brown s musi-\\ncale and announced her intention of taking the family\\nabroad. Even under the most favorable circumstances\\nsuch an announcement would have disturbed Mrs. Bal-\\nlington Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nerves. Coming in the middle of the\\nnight when suddenly awakened from profound slumber,\\nshe was almost dazed. Pulling herself up so that she\\nsat rather than lay in bed, Mrs. Barton stared at her\\ndaughter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoing to Europe?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she ejaculated.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the plan, mamma. We must hurry and be\\nready by the first of May.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you say Europe?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Like most persons who have\\nnever left their own firesides, Mrs. Barton fancied that\\nEurope was at the end of the earth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, mamma. That is just what I said.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d solemnly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cExactly what I said, mamma. Clara and I have\\ntalked it all over. We must start by the first of May.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep it until morning,\u00e2\u0080\u009d burst out Miss\\nClara, excitedly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe wanted you to know right away.\\nWe have ever so many things to buy, traveling gowns\\nto make, trunks to see after, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\u00e2\u0080\u0094lots of things.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, dear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d sighed Mrs. Barton, fully awake now to\\nthe purpose of her daughters, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhat an awful bother\\nit will be. Please don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma, we must go,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace firmly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8\\nTHE BARTONS OF TALLEDEGA\\nlooked the question all over and feel that we must go.\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVoice? What on earth has Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice to do with\\nthe matter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEverything, mamma. It must be cultivated. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou know Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice will equal Patti\u00e2\u0080\u0099s when it is\\nlaised up to D? It must be raised up to D, and that\\nis why we are going to Europe, to Milan. Signore\\nTomaso says it is the only sensible thing to do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSignore Tomaso?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Mrs. Barton, with mild\\nscorn. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell me what that jerky little Ital\u00c2\u00ac\\nian says.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSignore Tomaso is a genius, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d insisted Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is an authority on musical matters, and says that\\nClara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice must be cultivated up to D.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is to become of your poor mother while Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvoice is being dragged up to D?\u00e2\u0080\u009d tearfully demanded\\nMrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma, did you think we would go without you?\\nNo, indeed, and that brings me to the other reasons\\nwhy we must go to Europe. While Clara is cultivating\\nher voice, you and I will see the sights\u00e2\u0080\u0094the wonderful\\npictures and palaces and churches. I know you will\\nenjoy them. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take you everywhere. I will be your\\nguide, and pay all the bills and look after things\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh,\\nyou will have a lovely time!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton made one last effort for peace and quiet\\nin her own home: \u00e2\u0080\u009cGo to bed, girls\u00e2\u0080\u0094go to sleep and\\nlet Europe alone. I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t live in Europe if they\\ngave me a gold crown to wear. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like kings and\\nqueens.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, earnestly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like kings\\nor queens any more than you do, and we both promise\\nwe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wear golden crowns\u00e2\u0080\u0094no, not if the people\\nget on their knees and beg us to. But we are going\\nto Europe, mamma, and you are going, too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace Barton had features like her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s but there\\nthe resemblance ended. Grace was lithe and slender,\\nwhile Mrs. Barton was plump almost to the point of", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE BARTONS OF TALLEDEGA\\n9\\npudginess. The daughter was as firm and self-reliant as\\nthe mother was soft and yielding. Mrs. Barton, although\\nstill on the sunny side of forty and a rather handsome\\nwoman, seemed to dread locomotion; her idea of perfect\\nfelicity was repose. She was never so happy as when\\nreclining on her couch reading a novel; since the death\\nof her husband, Colonel Alpheus Barton, five years be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore the opening of this story, Grace had been practically\\nthe head of the family.\\nAt the time of Col. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death their home was\\nin Talledega, Alabama. When the Colonel\u00e2\u0080\u0099s simple\\naffairs were wound up, Grace came to the conclusion\\nthat it would be better for the family to move to Bir\u00c2\u00ac\\nmingham.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe can never do anything in Talledega,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet us sell our land and invest in Birmingham lots.\\nPeople say there is a big boom in Birmingham. There\\nare coal and iron mines there. We will find something.\\nWhat is the good of staying here like the cabbage in\\nour garden?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton sighed softly. Although, she inwardly\\nshrunk from her daughter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plans, she had not the\\nenergy vigorously to oppose them. Grace, as energet\u00c2\u00ac\\nic as her mother was languid, had her own way; energy\\nalways rules in this world. The farm near Talledega\\nwas sold and the proceeds invested in land in and around\\nBirmingham. In less than a year Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s $40,000\\nhad quadrupled. This money, together with $90,000\\nleft the two girls by their great-uncle, a Louisiana\\nsugar planter, was reinvested in Birmingham coal and\\niron mines, and resulted, within a year, in making the\\nBartons worth more than a million. The Barton family\\nand the Bartons\u00e2\u0080\u0099 friends gave Grace the credit for all\\nthe grand financial success; it had the effect of making\\nthe young woman a little imperious, and her mother\\nand sister even more yielding. The first thing Grace\\nthought necessary, after their financial affairs were in\\na satisfactory condition, was to take herself and sister\\nto New York and enter as pupils in Mrs. Finisher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "10\\nTHE BARTONS OF TALLEDEGA\\ncelebrated Institute. Many mothers in the United States\\nreligiously believe that only by undergoing the polish\u00c2\u00ac\\ning process to which girls in Mrs. Finisher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Institute\\nare subjected, can their daughters be made really fit to\\nenter high society. Mrs. Barton by no means shared\\nthis common opinion; on the contrary, she believed\\nthat the educational facilities of the South far surpassed\\nthose of the North. But Grace insisted on a course\\nat Mrs. Finisher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, and so, with the spirit of mild martyr\u00c2\u00ac\\ndom, Mrs. Barton accompanied her daughters to New\\nYork, notwithstanding she disliked the North as a whole,\\nand New York City especially. Its rush and roar and\\nelevated road were a horror to her; but she endured\\nall this for the sake of her girls, and when their school\u00c2\u00ac\\ning was over, she was happy to get back to Birmingham.\\nAnd now, after hardly a year\u00e2\u0080\u0099s peace and quiet, this\\ndreadful European trip was sprung upon her. She felt\\nthat it was very hard, but it did not occur to her to\\nrestrain the more adventurous spirit of her daughters.\\nThus it was that the three Barton ladies were again\\nin New York and again at the Finisher Institute; this\\ntime as boarders during the ten days that remained be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore the date fixed for the departure of their steamer.\\nAmong their former classmates whom the girls found\\nat the Institute was a Miss Marina Caro-11, who believed\\nthat in all the world there was no such piece of mascu\u00c2\u00ac\\nline perfection as her brother Louis, and who two years\\nbefore had constantly sung his praises to Clara Barton,\\nat that time her particular chum. She sang them so\\nwell that the Southern girl had become interested. Then,\\nwhen Miss Caroll went to her home in Georgia for the\\nholidays and enthusiastically described Clara Barton to\\nher brother, that bold young man wrote a letter to his\\nsister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s friend. The letter was answered and after a\\nwhile Caroll sent his photograph. Other letters passed\\nbetween them, but the two young people did not meet,\\nand when Clara returned tO Alabama the correspondence\\nended.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLouis is in Europe now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Marina. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe you", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE BARTONS OF TALLEDEGA\\n11\\nwill run across him over there. He is painting pictures\\nin Rome. Everybody says he is a great artist.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nClara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face colored ,at the recollection of her school\\ngirl romance with this man whom she had never seen\\nand who was winning fame in both Europe and America.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope, for your sake, Marina, he will come back cov\u00c2\u00ac\\nered with glory.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor my sake, Clara? Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you hope it for his sake,\\nand for yours? You know I have sworn to make a match\\nbetween you and Louis.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098Hush! We are too old now for such nonsense!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t nonsense for Louis to marry a girl like you!\\nnor nonsense for you to marry as grand and good a\\nman as my dear brother! I mean to write to him this\\nvery night and have him propose as soon as you get\\nto Italy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOf course this was school girl banter; nevertheless,\\nMiss Caroll did write to her brother; and the reader who\\nfollows this chronicle to the end will learn how, in due\\ntime, Mr. Louis Caroll set forth to pay his respects to\\nhis sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s friend whom he had never met.\\nOn the ninth day of their stay at Mrs. Finisher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, the\\nBartons were joined by Miss Agnes Allan, a thin, sedate\\nyoung woman who wore glasses and spoke both Ger\u00c2\u00ac\\nman and Italian. Miss Allan was the daughter of Mrs.\\nBarton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dressmaker in Birmingham and was to accom\u00c2\u00ac\\npany the party in the capacity of companion and general\\nassistant.\\nThe day after Miss Allan\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arrival in New York, the\\ntravelers, accompanied by a liberal escort from the\\nFinisher Institute, went down to the Clarkson street\\ndock to board the Etruria, on which staunch steamer\\ntheir journey was to begin; but before relating the haps\\nand mishaps that occurred on that memorable voyage,\\nthe reader must be introduced to a personage destined\\nto play a more or less prominent part in this narrative.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER II.\\nLORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI.\\nOf the many fashionable Clubs that line Piccadilly be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween Albert Memorial and Trafalgar Square, none sur\u00c2\u00ac\\npass the Victoria either in the elegance of its equipment,\\nor in the number and rank of its members. On a certain\\nApril afternoon, when the Victoria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s windows were oc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncupied by members of that class of civilized society which\\nnever works, never produces, yet consumes the best the\\nworld affords, one of the loungers in the Club\u00e2\u0080\u0099s luxuri\u00c2\u00ac\\nous leather arm chairs seemed more absorbed in his\\nown thoughts than in the passing crowd. This was not\\nbecause this lounger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts were more pleasant than\\nPiccadilly\u00e2\u0080\u0099s afternoon show; on the contrary, Lord\\nApohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts were of a decidedly unpleasant\\ncharacter. Lord Apohaqui (Charles Asquith, Baron\\nApohaqui in the peerage of Great Britain) had reached\\na point where thinking, pleasant or unpleasant, was a\\nstern necessity. Numerous bills had been thrust upon\\nhim that very morning\u00e2\u0080\u0094tailors\u00e2\u0080\u0099, harberdashers\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and\\nother vulgar tradesmen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bills. He had succeeded in\\nputting them off, but it had not been done without\\ndifficulty, and it was only too apparent that his social\\nruin was postponed\u00e2\u0080\u0094not averted. The vulgar trades\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen would continue their persecution, and, worst or all,\\nhis club fees would soon be due. Any man may owe\\nhis tailor, but what gentleman will owe his club? When\\nLord Apohaqui found his bank account reduced to abso\u00c2\u00ac\\nlute zero, and no funds with which to settle his club\\nindebtedness, he realized the necessity for prompt action.\\nHe was now at the Victoria Club awaiting the com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning of Mr. Alonzo Wookey. The appointment had been\\nfor four o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock; it was now nearly five and Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brow was dark and gloomy. Was it possible\\n12", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "LORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI\\n13\\ni\\nthat Wookey suspected the reason of his invitation? And\\ndid he, of all men, mean to fail him in this, his hour\\nof necessity? It was Lord Apohaqui who had \u00e2\u0080\u009cput up\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s name for membership in the Victoria and\\nmade him acquainted with his aristocratic friends, many\\nof whom treated the son of England\u00e2\u0080\u0099s great vinegar\\nmanufacturer with more or less cordiality according to\\nthe state of their finances. Mr. Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s perceptions\\nwere not as sharp as was his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s vinegar. He did\\nnot know that he was merely tolerated, not genuinely\\nadmitted to good fellowship among the Victoria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbers, that he was tolerated only because of his willing\u00c2\u00ac\\nness to accommodate with financial loans the young\\nscions of Britain\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nobility.\\nMany a man has bought a seat in the House of Lords,\\njust as many a man has bought a seat in the American\\nSenate. Alonzo Wookey had read what was written\\nabout Lord Chandler and the Marquis of Bootsdale,\\nboth of which noblemen began life in humble circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances and yet had raised themselves to the peerage\\nthrough the powerful lever of gold.\\nIf Mr. Wookey did not set his heart on being a peer\\nof England, at any rate he was resolved to enter aristoc\u00c2\u00ac\\nracy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s charmed circle; and in this ambition he was\\nseconded, heart and soul, by his father, old Peter\\nWookey, who owned the biggest vinegar factory \u00e2\u0080\u009cin the\\nworld\u00e2\u0080\u009d and counted his wealth by millions.\\nLord Apohaqui was already deeply indebted to Mr.\\nWookey, and when the latter failed to appear at the ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npointed hour, the young nobleman not unnaturally began\\nto fear that the man of vinegar meant to escape him.\\nBut the Lord underestimated the power of snobbism.\\nIf further loans were necessary in order to cement his\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cfriendship\u00e2\u0080\u009d with members of the aristocracy, Mr.\\nWookey was willing to invest much more than he had\\nhitherto invested; his nonappearance at four o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock\\nwas due to accident, not design; this he explained with\\nmany apologies when at length he did arrive, about\\nfive, just as Lord Apohaqui was on the point of leaving", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14\\nLORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI\\nthe Victoria. The young Baron accepted Wookey s\\napologies, then without circumlocution, stated his pur\u00c2\u00ac\\npose in requesting the interview\u00e2\u0080\u0094he wanted the loan of\\n\u00c2\u00a32,000. Accustomed as Mr. Wookey was to such re\u00c2\u00ac\\nquests his breath stopped short for a moment. \u00c2\u00a32,000\\nis not a trifling amount even to a vinegar king\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son;\\nmoreover Mr. Wookey already held Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nI. O. U.s for a large sum.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI say, my lord, you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mr. Wookey\\nmanaged at last to gasp.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I do mean it, Wookey,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord Apoha-\\nqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hesitate to lend it unless you wish\\nto throw away what I already owe you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Wookey did not understand the force of this\\nreasoning: it seemed to him this new loan would simply\\nmean a new loss.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look at it in the right light,\u00e2\u0080\u009d urged the\\npeer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI owe you ever so much, and half a dozen fellows\\nare even worse off with me than you are. As things stand,\\nnone of you will ever see your money again. Falmouth\\nis going to pieces, so is Apohaqui, and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been to the\\nJews until they won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t lend another shilling. If you\\nwill help me out now, it will be for the last time, for\\nit will put me in the way of settling all the old scores.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all very fair, Lord Apohaqui, but how the\\ndeuce do you expect to manage it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy marrying!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is the lady?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes opened wide: \u00e2\u0080\u009cNobody in sight\\nat all?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said. Then Lord Apohaqui explained. Eng-\\nlish girls who were at once rich and beautiful were, of\\ncourse, uncommon, but not so in America.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAmericans are daft about titles, Wookey, I shall be\\nable to get a beauty as well as an heiress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui, who was a tall, well made young\\nEnglishman, with a fine head, soft brown hair, a fresh,\\nclear complexion and patrician features, was what most\\nwomen would call decidedly handsome, and what all", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "LORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI\\n15\\nmen would be obliged to own decidedly distinguished.\\nMr. Wookey could not but confess that such a man,\\nwith such a title\u00e2\u0080\u0094one of the oldest in England\u00e2\u0080\u0094ought\\nto be able to take his pick of American heiresses. As\\nfor Lord Apohaqui, it is due him to say that he laid\\nno particular store upon his personal appearance, but\\nhe was very proud of his name and his rank, and was\\ndetermined that money alone should not buy him; the\\nlady must also possess good breeding, good looks and\\namiability.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy Jove, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got the right kind of pluck!\u00e2\u0080\u009d ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaimed Mr. Wookey, when the nobleman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plan was\\nfully explained. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd hang it, if I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see you\\nthrough.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI knew you would,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord Apohaqui with\\nan infectious smile; he could be gracious and winning\\nwhen he cared to be. Ringing a bell, a blank check\\nwas ordered and, five minutes later, Lord Apohaqui\\nbuttoned within his well-fitting Prince Albert coat Mr.\\nAlonzo Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s check for \u00c2\u00a32,000. The matter of the\\ncheck being disposed of, Mr. Wookey asked his noble\\nfriend to intercede for him with a certain Lady Daron\\nwho was about to give a dinner party. Wookey felt\\ncertain that Lord Apohaqui could induce Lady Daron\\nto send him an invitation; and if his Lordship ever meant\\nto befriend him surely he ought to do so now.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be delighted, only I shan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have time. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m off\\nfor New York to-morrow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the young nobleman,\\ninwardly determining to go to purgatory before he would\\nhelp any vinegar seller\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son break into the exclusive\\ncircles of his feminine acquaintances.\\nAs a man of fashion, a club lounger, a pleasure seeker,\\nI fear something also of a roue Lord Apohaqui seldom\\nhad occasion to engage in anything so plebeian as mental\\nor physical labor. Nevertheless, he had ability and, if\\nspurred, was capable of energetic action. Recogniz\u00c2\u00ac\\ning on the present occasion the necessity for the prompt\u00c2\u00ac\\nest sort of a move, when he arrived in New York he\\npursued his plans with a boldness that would have aston-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "16\\nLORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI\\nished his aristocratic friends in London. The young\\nlord was not insensible to the delights of a season at\\nNewport or Saratoga, but he realized that his borrowed\\ncapital might easily become exhausted before such a\\ncampaign could be brought to a successful conclusion.\\nAnd in this emergency he adopted a*plan that was al\u00c2\u00ac\\nmost an inspiration; he would engage passage on some\\nsteamer on which a suitable heiress was to sail for\\nEurope! The ocean ferries are frequently used by those\\nwho gamble with cards; why not also by one who would\\ngamble in hearts? What place affords better opportunity\\nto become acquainted\u00e2\u0080\u0094better opportunity for moonlight\\npromenades, for sentimental tete-a-tetes than the deck\\nof an Atlantic steamer? Six months at Newport would\\nnot achieve what a single voyage might easily accom\u00c2\u00ac\\nplish; and six months at Newport would bankrupt him,\\nwhile the voyage would leave enough of his \u00c2\u00a32,000 to\\nmake the display which would need be made by a noble\u00c2\u00ac\\nman acting the role of a \u00e2\u0080\u009cgrand seigneur\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\nThe finding of a suitable party proved somewhat easier\\nthan might have been expected. A little diplomacy and\\nthe employment of a shrewd agent elicited from the\\nsteamship company a list of passengers as far as they\\nhad been booked for the summer, together with hints\\nas to the financial standing of the prospective travelers.\\nThere was no lack of heiresses\u00e2\u0080\u0094it is not the poor who\\ngo to Europe\u00e2\u0080\u0094but it required some weeks\u00e2\u0080\u0099 correspon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndence and several trips of his confidential agent before\\nthere was found the requisite combination of youth,\\nbeauty and money. When Mr. Joseph Sharp, of Sharp\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nDetective Agency, returned from Birmingham, Alabama,\\nhe informed Lord Apohaqui that there was no necessity\\nfor further investigation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI never saw anything like her, my lord\u00e2\u0080\u0094beautiful is\\nno word for it\u00e2\u0080\u0094she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lovely and bright and has a regular\\ngold mine in the shape of iron mines and iron mills.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy what steamer does she sail?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBy the Etruria\u00e2\u0080\u0094-the same vessel in which your lord-\\nship came to America; there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s another heiress going on", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "LORD ASQUITH APOHAQUI\\n17\\nthe Etruria, a Chicago lady. If your lordship doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nfancy the Birmingham lady the one from Chicago may\\nplease you. I have seen both ladies and I believe your\\nlordship will admit they are as handsome as could be\\ndesired.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThrough the services of Mr. Sharp all was done that\\ncould be done to make sure of the financial standing\\nand general \u00e2\u0080\u009cavailability\u00e2\u0080\u009d of the Etruria passengers.\\nThis investigation was made very quietly by the discreet\\nMr. Sharp, nevertheless some months later the fact of\\nits having been made accidentally came to the knowledge\\nof Col. Henry Moreton, of Alabama. Col. Moreton, an\\nold army friend of the late Col. Alpheus Barton, prompt\u00c2\u00ac\\nly wrote diis late friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s widow a full account of Mr.\\nJoseph Sharp\u00e2\u0080\u0099s investigations. What was the effect of\\nCol. Moreton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter will be seen in a subsequent\\nchapter.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER III.\\nMR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA.\\nOn the day the Etruria sailed, Lord Apohaqui went\\ndown to the Clarkson street dock about noon and his\\nvalet William, after arranging his master comfortably\\non the hurricane deck, went off to find the table steward.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI say, steward,\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked William with a solemn air, \u00e2\u0080\u009chave\\nyou got two young ladies by the name of Barton booked\\nfor this steamer?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe table steward ran his eye down the ship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s list,\\nand stopped at the Bs, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. Here they are. Mrs.\\nBarton and daughters. What of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust this,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said William. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy master, Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui, would like to sit betwixt and between them young\\nladies by the name of Barton; or if that ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t easy to\\nfix, then between two ladies by the name of Packer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBetwixt and between?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the table steward. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ncawn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do that, you know. It won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do to separate a\\nfamily, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you know?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied William, slipping a sover\u00c2\u00ac\\neign into the steward\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make it easy and\\nif you keep quiet and work smooth there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s more where\\nthis came from. His lordship wants a seat alongside\\nthe young ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy heyes!\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the steward, who was a genuine\\ncockney with a cockney\u00e2\u0080\u0099s reverence for aristocracy, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmy\\nheyes, your master\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a lord is he?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what he is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said William, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand there aint a\\nbigger one in all England.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nForeseeing fat fees, the table steward made the de\u00c2\u00ac\\nsired arrangements as to seats and instructed his sub\u00c2\u00ac\\nordinates to keep a lookout for the ladies of cabin num\u00c2\u00ac\\nber 93. When the Bartons arrived one of the cabin\\nboys who took their parcels to their stateroom conveyed\\n18", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n19\\nto the table steward the information that \u00e2\u0080\u009cNumber 93\\nhad come,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whereupon the table steward told William,\\nwho in turn told Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do they look like?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the lord, trying to\\nread in William\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face his opinion of the girls, one of\\nwhom he thought he might marry\u00e2\u0080\u0094that is, in case he\\nfound he did not prefer the Chicago heiress. But\\nWilliam\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face was inscrutable. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is impossible to say,\\nm\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he replied gravely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere are so many of\\nthem.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo many?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Lord Apohaqui, dropping a\\nlittle of his elegant indifference. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought there were\\nonly two.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNearer a dozen, m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA dozen? Does that fool Sharp want to tumble me\\ninto long division?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui raised himself up in his steamer chair\\nand gazed at the approaching throng from the Finisher\\nInstitute.\\nA few paces behind the girls followed Miss Primm,\\none of the Institute\u00e2\u0080\u0099s teachers, who piously kept her\\ncharges in sight notwithstanding they led her a race up\\nand down the steps, along the decks, into the saloons\\nand to every other portion of the vessel to which people\\nwere permitted access. They even wanted to inspect\\nthe hold and the engine rooms, but here Miss Primm\\ndrew the line. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYoung ladies,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said severely\u00e2\u0080\u0094she\\nwas out of breath and fairly ached all over from so much\\nunaccustomed climbing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cYoung ladies, a little more\\nquiet dignity would better become your years and sta\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion. Remember, you represent the Finisher Institute.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGirls,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Miss Grace Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe have behaved\\nshamefully to dear Miss Primm\u00e2\u0080\u0094and she was so kind\\nand good to come with us. Please excuse us, Miss\\nPrimm. We will be quiet as lambs. Won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you sit down\\nand rest? I will get you a chair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Darting towards\\nthe nearest vacant chair\u00e2\u0080\u0094the one as it happened next\\nthat occupied by Lord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u0094she laid hands upon\\nit. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked, flashing one glance at the young", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "20 MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\nEnglishman. Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s monocle dropped from\\nhis eye as if it had been struck. Taking silence for\\nassent, Grace dragged the chair forward and pushed Miss\\nPrimm down into it. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNow you are comfortable,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand we promise to give no more trouble. Girls,\\nwe have seen enough of the ship. We must behave\\nnow. We make Miss Primm nervous.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094ahem!\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Lord Apohaqui, replacing the\\nmonocle in his eye and staring at Grace, whose eyes\\nwere fixed on the people surging about on the deck\\nbelow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA pretty girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094deuced pretty for an American. I\\nwonder if she is the one?\u00e2\u0080\u009d He thought he had seldom\\nseen a more attractive looking maiden than Grace ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npeared in he/ gray serge traveling dress. On her head\\nwas a small sailor hat; she wore a gray jacket with\\npockets; her gray-gloved hands were small and shapely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the critical lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnot a\\nplebeian\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Her hair was dark brown, eyes ditto, her\\nnose was straight and well-shaped, her cheeks, with a\\ncomplexion as soft and sweet as that of a new-blown\\nrose\u00e2\u0080\u0094such was the outward presentment of the young\\nwoman who, Lord Apohaqui hoped, might be the one\\nhe intended should become his wife.\\nWhile the party from the Finisher Institute were chat\u00c2\u00ac\\nting and looking at the crowd surging about on the\\ndock, and while Lord Apohaqui was observing them\\nfrom his steamer chair, a second party climbed up the\\ngang-plank and stood within a short distance of the\\nspot where Miss Primm and her charges were seated.\\nOne of this second party was a well-grown, handsome\\ngirl with a fresh face, highly colored. Her cloak was\\nof Russian sable, her gown of fine material, richly em\u00c2\u00ac\\nbroidered. Her two companions were also women, one\\nevidently her maid, the other as evidently her mother.\\nMother and daughter strongly resembled each other, al\u00c2\u00ac\\nthough the former was much stouter and her face was\\nfuller and more florid. Both were very blonde and both\\nhad abundant coils of yellow hair. As this party ap-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n21\\nproached an exclamation struck the ears of all present.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a shame! A sin!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the girl in gray\\nserge.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is a shame? What do you see?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the\\ngirl by her side.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat little man! That enormous trunk on his\\nshoulder! It will break his back. If I ever go to Con\u00c2\u00ac\\ngress I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get a law passed to cut down the size of\\ntrunks.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe woman with the sable cloak turned and glared\\nat the girl in serge.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSee! The poor fellow staggers under the load,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncried Grace, not seeing the disapproving glare of the\\nportly wearer of the sable cloak.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe need not carry such loads if he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncalmly remarked one of her companions. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a\\nslave. Nobody makes him do it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNecessity makes him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have been\\nreading Henry George. Poverty is the hardest master\\nin the world and makes men do that which injures them\\nbody and soul.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, come, Grace!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said one of the girls. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nmount your high horse! We can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep up with you if\\nyou gallop so fast!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere! He is down!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace, not noticing her\\ncompanion\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remark. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought he would fall under\\nthat dreadful burden. I am afraid his back is broken.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, but the trunk is. It has burst wide open. Look\\nat the fine things tumbling out in the dirt.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad of it! I hope they will be ruined. Maybe\\nthat will teach their owner not to travel with trunks\\nthat kill porters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe accident to the trunk greatly agitated the portly\\nlady in Russian sables. Ordering her maid to fly to the\\nscene of disaster and pick up the scattered things, she\\ndarted an angry glance at the girl in gray\u00e2\u0080\u0094then turn\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to her daughter, she entered into a low but animated\\nconversation. The Finisher girls watched the maid pick\\nup her mistress\u00e2\u0080\u0099 finery; she replaced it in the trunk and", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "22 MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\nemployed two porters to bear the huge thing aboard\\nthe steamer. Soon after came the cry: \u00e2\u0080\u009cAll ashore\\nwho are going!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Whereupon there was much hurrying\\nand scurrying about the decks, and up and down the\\ngang-steps. When the last kisses were given and the\\nlast good-byes said, the Finisher girls followed Miss\\nPrimm back to the dock, where they remained, waving\\nhandkerchiefs until the Etruria was well out in the Hud\u00c2\u00ac\\nson. Then the Bartons retreated to their stateroom.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMa, did you notice that bold, impudent thing in\\ngray?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the well-grown young woman whose heavy\\nRussian sables made her look much larger than she was.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNotice her? I should say I did. They can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t amount\\nto much. You can see that from her dress, Lobelia. I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose that gray serge cost more than a dollar\\na yard, and that gray jacket would be dear at ten dollars.\\nImagine a girl going to Europe in a ten dollar jacket!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see what poor people want to travel for,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nreplied the blonde daughter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s perfectly absurd.\\nPeople that can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t afford to dress decently oughtn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t to\\ngo to Europe. Did you notice her hat, ma? A cheap\\nstraw! Not a bow nor a plume on it. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think\\nwe ought to notice them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the elder woman, pulling up her\\nportly person with a sudden pride. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLadies that travel\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be too particular who they speak to, Lobelia.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the use of going to Europe if we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shake\\ncommon folks and fall in with the aristocracy? They\\nsay there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a real lord on board; we must get acquainted\\nwith him, Lobelia. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve heard there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no place like a\\nship for young people to get mashed on each other.\\nHow would you like to be an English lordess?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, ma! There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no such word as lordess\u00e2\u0080\u0099. If you\\nmarry a lord you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re called a \u00e2\u0080\u0098lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099 not a lordess. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nforget that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all the same in the long run. You say\\npoet and poetess? Why shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you say lord and\\nlordess?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n23\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust because it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t right, ma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the daughter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAint that reason enough?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe so, Lobelia, though I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see no sense in\\nit. But I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t had your schooling. They didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have\\nsuch chances in my day, and I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have a pa with\\nsix millions like you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got. But you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t said how\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to be a high English lady?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, good gracious, ma! that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all nonsense,\u00e2\u0080\u009d re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned Miss Lobelia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all nonsense,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the sober\\npractical mother. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure your pa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s left you a big\\nenough pile to catch the biggest lord in England.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui was screened from the range of the\\nladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 eyes by the high back of his bamboo chair; more\u00c2\u00ac\\nover Mrs. Ford Packer and her daughter were looking\\nout over the sea, hence had no suspicion that he was\\nsitting near them. By raising his head a little and peer\u00c2\u00ac\\ning over the back of his chair Lord Apohaqui had a\\nfull view of both mother and daughter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wealth,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the young Englishman as\\nhe surveyed the generous amplitude of both forms,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cwealth and willingness, for I dare say all a fellow\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngot to do is to go in and get her\u00e2\u0080\u0094and, by Jove! the\\ngirl isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bad looking!\u00e2\u0080\u0094But the mother\u00e2\u0080\u0094hideous! That\\ngirl in gray is the thing if she is the one Sharp said has\\n\u00c2\u00a320,000 a year.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui was not tne only interested spectator\\nof these incidents. A young man of about five and\\ntwenty, quietly dressed, with the demeanor and face of\\na gentleman, had boarded the Etruria early in the fore\u00c2\u00ac\\nnoon. The coming of the English lord had not disturbed\\nhis occupation, which consisted, for the time being, in\\nleaning on the rail gazing at the busy scene on the\\ndock below. But when the party from the Finisher\\nInstitute started up the ship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gangway, Mr. Rhett Cal\u00c2\u00ac\\nhoun made a low exclamation and withdrew from view.\\nMr. Calhoun was not a fool\u00e2\u0080\u0094he merely had an incon\u00c2\u00ac\\nveniently large amount of foolish, awkward pride. Born\\nand reared in Talledega, he had been intimate with the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "24\\nMR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\nBartons in their days of poverty; now they had become\\nwealthy, while he was still in the ranks of the struggling\\nones. Would they meet him as of old? Could he ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npect from millionaires the same free and easy companion\u00c2\u00ac\\nship he had enjoyed in the days when Mrs. Barton kept\\nboarders? His ticket was for the second class cabin;\\ntheirs, of course, was for the first\u00e2\u0080\u0094probably for the\\nfinest staterooms in the ship. Would not first class\\npassengers disdain to recognize a traveler in the second\\ncabin? It was cowardly fear of a possible snub that\\ncaused Rhett Calhoun to hold back, when he discovered\\nthat the Bartons were aboard the vessel.\\nAt the extreme end of the promenade deck of the\\nEtruria, cut off from view of the first-class passenger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nquarters, is a cosy nook with one bench. Usually this\\nbench, the only really pleasant deck space allotted to\\nsecond-class passengers, is filled, so that late comers stroll\\nabout or, if they wish to recline, select some coil of rope\\nwhereon to rest themselves. The first two days of the\\nvoyage were so stormy that most of the Etruria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pas\u00c2\u00ac\\nsengers were sea-sick; and during those two days the\\nbench had but a single occupant\u00e2\u0080\u0094Miss Grace Barton,\\nof Birmingham. The young lady was not traveling\\nsecond-class, but in the course of her explorations her\\neyes lighted on the bench. She had not the slightest\\nidea that this place was in the second-class quarters;\\nshe did not know that she had crossed the line; but,\\nwhen she found herself free from sea-sickness, she en\u00c2\u00ac\\nsconced herself in that cosy nook and alternately read\\nMacaulay\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009cEngland,\u00e2\u0080\u009d or looked out at the big waves\\nas they dashed against the ship and burst into showers\\nof foaming spray.\\nOn the afternoon of the second day, just as Grace\\nhad taken her seat in her favorite corner, approaching\\nfootsteps warned her that her solitude was to be invaded.\\nA man was coming that way, walking with caution,\\nleaning his body this way, then that, in an effort to keep\\nfrom pitching headlong on the deck, for the sea was\\nlolling high. At the last moment, just as the difficult", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n25\\njourney seemed over, the Etruria gave an extra big\\nlurch and this disturber of Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s solitude, instead of\\nbalancing himself slowly and safely into port, found him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself shot as from a catapult into Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms\u00e2\u0080\u0094a pro\u00c2\u00ac\\nceeding which almost stunned both parties alike.\\nThe young man picked himself up as quickly as possible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg a thousand pardons\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d he began, then abruptly\\nstopped and blushed tO the roots of his hair.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood gracious!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis this Rhett Cal\u00c2\u00ac\\nhoun?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am Rhett Calhoun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the young man, wish\u00c2\u00ac\\ning he could drop through the Etruria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deck and hide\\nin the hold. By this time the ship had steadied a bit\\nand Rhett stood on his feet erect and firm, though cov\u00c2\u00ac\\nered with confusion. His second-class ticket gave him\\nas much pain as though it involved something criminal.\\nRhett was a handsome fellow and the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes dwelt\\non him with admiration as well as old-time friendliness.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSurely,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t forgotten me\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\nam Grace Barton. It hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been so very long since\\nwe lived on the same street in Talledega. Have I\\nchanged much?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot at all. That is\u00e2\u0080\u0094I remember you very well,\\nMiss Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe you did at first. Mamma and Clara\\nwill be so glad to see you. We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know a single\\nsoul on board. Why haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t we met before? I have\\nbeen on deck nearly all the time. Mamma and Clara\\nkeep to their beds; they can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stand the rolling as I do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett said he also had been a little sea-sick.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd what have you been doing since we left Talle\u00c2\u00ac\\ndega?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett gave an account of himself\u00e2\u0080\u0094he intended to\\npractice law and possibly, later on, enter politics.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd are you going to run against your uncle Dick\\nfor Congress?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, with a merry look at the\\nhandsome Southerner.\\nRhett turned uncomfortably red at the question; some\u00c2\u00ac\\nhow it made that second-class ticket look blacker and", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "26 MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\nmore horrible than ever. When children, he and Grace\\nhad been sweethearts; at the age of six he had gone to\\nColonel Alpheus Barton and asked leave to marry Grace,\\nthen four years old. The Colonel demanded to know\\nhow he meant to support his wife? \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am going to\\nrun against uncle Dick and go to Congress,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied\\nthe youthful suitor. Since then that Congressional am\u00c2\u00ac\\nbition had been a standing joke in the Barton and\\nCalhoun families. This time, Rhett answered going to\\nCongress seemed no longer such a big thing to him.\\nHe had lived in Washington long enough to learn what\\nsmall potatoes Congressmen are.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause nine out of ten potatoes are small,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nGrace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis no reason why the tenth potato may not be\\nlarge. Were I a man I should want to- be the tenth\\npotato.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you say, \u00e2\u0080\u0098if you were a man?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Has the\\ntenth woman no chance to grow beyond the other nine?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, yes, she might in some directions, but not in a\\npolitical way. You know, we are shut out from politics.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t regret it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, who had\\nstrong prejudices against \u00e2\u0080\u0098Women\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Rights\u00e2\u0080\u0099 principles.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf a woman is ambitious she has nobler fields than\\npolitics open to her; she may take up literature, art,\\nscience or music.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd which of these nobler fields do you mean to\\ninvade?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, her eyes twinkling with merri\u00c2\u00ac\\nment.\\nThe young Southerner said he had talent for none of\\nthem; he knew nothing of music, had no turn for science,\\nnor genius for literature.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen to distinguish yourself you will find yourself\\nobliged to enter the political field?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt looks that way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the half rueful answer; \u00e2\u0080\u009cUncle\\nDick says by the time I am ready to run for Congress\\nhe will retire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhile they were thus merrily chatting, the young man\\nwas trying to muster enough courage to put a bold face\\non his poverty and to decide how he would act when", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n27\\nGrace arose to return to her part of the ship; the first-\\nclass passengers may enter with impunity the quarters\\nof the second-class, but no second-class passenger is\\nallowed to cross into the first-class part of the ship.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you come and see mamma and Clara?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nGrace as she arose from her seat. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBy this time they\\nmay be in the ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 saloon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish I could go with you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I\\nmay not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou may not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d echoed Grace astonished.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes; I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m traveling second-class, and we are not al\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed to cross this line.\\nThe fact\u00e2\u0080\u0094the awful fact that he was too poor to\\ntravel first-class was told and the world did not shake,\\nnor did the girl appear the least bit shocked. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe laughed, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come to us it is lucky we can\\ncome to you. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bring mamma and Clara to see you\\nas soon as they are able tO get out on deck.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, feeling quite relieved now\\nthat his secret was out; \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou must not forget that your\\nfamily have risen among the millionaires since we lived\\nas neighbors in Talledega, while my family are still down\\namong the workers of the world. I cannot afford to\\ntravel in style as you do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, you are the one to be envied. The way you\\ntravel will be far more interesting than the way we have\\nto go. I would like to tramp it, would like to live with\\nthe people and learn something of their customs and\\nways.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLeaning on the rail they watched the crowd in the\\nsteerage. Among them were a few miserable Italian\\nemigrants shipped back to their native country, not hav\u00c2\u00ac\\ning been permitted to remain on American soil because\\nunable to satisfy the immigration authorities that they\\nhad money or were self-sustaining. Others were well-\\nto-do Irish and Germans who had come to America a\\nfew years ago and had prospered enough to pay a visit\\nto their kin in the Old World. These seemed to be as\\nproud and happy as if they had accumulated fortunes;", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "28 MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\nin fact, when compared with the relatives they expected\\nto see in the Old World, they might be considered rich.\\nThey had-come to America almost as paupers; they\\nwere returning almost as princes, well-dressed, with\\nmoney in their pockets\u00e2\u0080\u0094a degree of prosperity work\u00c2\u00ac\\ningmen seldom attain in Europe.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere I a man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI should like to take\\nsteerage once, so as to get some knowledge of the plain\\npeople.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean by that, poor people?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose that is about it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyet it is\\nnot exactly the same either. In Talledega we were\\npoor enough, but we never thought of ourselves as being\\nlike those people down there. When I think of how\\npoor we once were, strange questions come into my\\nhead.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat sort of questions, Miss Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, I cannot forget that we never did any real\\nwork, that neither mamma nor Clara nor I earned the\\nmoney we spend. We just sold out Talledega land and\\nbought Birmingham land, and presto!\u00e2\u0080\u0094we were rich.\\nMiners and smelters and carpenters and engineers and\\nall sorts of men work day and night for barely enough\\nto clothe and feed themselves; all the rest of their labor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nproducts comes to us. Rhett, who earns the money we\\nspend? What real right have we to take nearly all that\\nthose miners dig out of the earth?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey are your mines; that is why you have the right\\nto take all the miners dig out; you pay them their\\nwages.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course that is why I have the legal right, or rather\\nthe power; but I mean\u00e2\u0080\u0094if we go beyond that\u00e2\u0080\u0094what\\nreal right have we to live all our lives spending money\\nthat other people earn? What do we give in return for\\nwhat they give us?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou pay them their wages.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, but with what? We could not pay any one\\nwages before we left Talledega; what have we done that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "MR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n23\\nenables us to pay them now? Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t we pay them out of\\nwhat they themselves extract from the mines\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt does look that way/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 admitted Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is that way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Grace, energetically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\\nis just as though I were to tell you to get a hook and\\nline and work ten hours a day fishing, and offer you one\\nfish out of every ten you catch. We sell the iron and\\nthen give the miners a tenth of what they produced.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that fair?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWould it be fair to take nine out of every ten fish\\nyou catch in the ocean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course not; that is different. You don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t own the\\nocean while you do own the Birmingham mines.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut we had no more to do with making those mines\\nthan with making the ocean. Why have we the right\\nto own the one and not the other?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t answer that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett with a smile,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cunless it be an answer to say that it is impossible for\\nanybody to own the ocean. Were I you, since, as a\\nmatter of fact you do- own those Birmingham mines,\\nI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t bother as to how or why I came to own them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nChanging the subject, Grace now asked what sort of\\npeople were in the second-class.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have some who promise to- be amusing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d an\u00c2\u00ac\\nswered Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Blower, the manager of a company\\nof players, is going to perform before the Queen. He\\nsays if Buffalo Bill can hobnob with the Queen he\\nguesses he can too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill the Queen receive him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe not, but Blower has the assurance to push\\nhimself anywhere. The moment he heard I wrote for\\nthe newspapers he proposed to give an exhibition and\\nhave me write him up.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn exhibition in midocean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace, delighted\\nat the prospect. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo let us have one, Rhett.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe young man promised to notify the Bartons if the\\nperformance were to take place; then Grace arose to go.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMust you really leave?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Rhett, a wistful look\\nin his eyes.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "30\\nMR. RHETT CALHOUN OF ALABAMA\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, to see how mamma and Clara get on.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJust then, the ship gave a lurch, causing Grace to\\nlose her balance. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis boat is rolling so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett,\\nas he steadied the girl on her feet, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat even at the\\nrisk of being ordered back I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve a mind to see you to\\nyour quarters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have it. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m every bit\\nas good a sailor as you, and they might put you in the\\nlock-up if you pass the first-class line.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this she started off, swaying this way and that,\\nto meet the motion of the ship, and keeping her feet\\nlike an old sailor.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMoney hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t spoiled her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Rhett, as he\\nwatched her lithe figure disappear through the door\\nleading into the saloon quarters of the favored class.\\nThen he looked grimly at the railing beyond which he\\ncould not pass. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBefore I saw her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he muttered, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow\\nlittle. that railing worried me. Now I would like to\\ntear it down and pitch it into the ocean,\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IV.\\nLORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS.\\nWhen Miss Barton seated herself at the dinner table,\\nher appetite sharpened by exercise, her complexion rosy\\nand freshened by the sea air, she found the seat to her\\nleft occupied by Lord Apohaqui. The young nobleman\\nhad been ill since the ship steamed past Sandy Hook,\\nand this was his first appearance at table. As Grace\\ntook her seat the lord gave her a side glance and men\u00c2\u00ac\\ntally decided that she was the prettiest girl he had seen\\nsince he left England. Grace quietly proceeded with\\nher dinner, seemingly unconscious that any eye was\\nupon her. Presently the Captain entered and took his\\nplace at the table, a short distance from the Englishman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad to see you down, Lord Apohaqui/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said\\nthe captain, smiling pleasantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou have had quite a\\nsiege of it, and no wonder: this is rather nasty weather.\\nMiss Barton, you seem to be a good sailor?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEvery moment is delightful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace, youth\u00c2\u00ac\\nful rapture in her face and eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut my mother and\\nsister don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like it. They have not been able even to\\nlook out at the ocean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey will enjoy it all the better when they do get\\nabout,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the captain.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what I tell them; I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how anybody\\ncan help enjoying the ocean. I wonder, Captain, if you\\nwho cross so often ever get tired of the sea, of its grand\\nrolling waves, its wide, wide horizon? Does it ever seem\\ncommonplace to you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe captain, who was a grizzled old sea-dog with\\niron gray beard and hair and a good-humored counte\u00c2\u00ac\\nnance, laughed and said the romance and poetry had\\nlong since vanished from his view; all he now cared\\nfor was to take his vessel safe from one port to another.\\n31", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "32 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton, since you and Lord Apohaqui are neigh\u00c2\u00ac\\nbors at table perhaps you will permit me to present him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace gave an assenting nod, and the next minute the\\nyoung British peer was formally introduced to the\\nTalledega heiress.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis lordship has not been as fortunate as you, said\\nthe captain, as he was rising to go on deck, \u00e2\u0080\u009che has\\nbeen ill until this afternoon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace and the Englishman were the only persons at\\ntheir end of the table.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are indeed fortunate, Miss Barton, to escape\\nsea-sickness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHave you crossed\\noften?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I have never crossed before. It seems odd that\\nyou should be sick when this is not your first voyage.\\nIt is my first trip on the sea, but I have not been ill a\\nsingle minute.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow do you know that it is not my first voyage?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Lord Apohaqui, as he looked at the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s clear-cut\\nfeatures and rosy complexion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause the Etruria is going the wrong way for this\\nto be your first voyage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, there are no lords in our country, hence you\\nmust have come to America before you could leave it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t thought of that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he laughingly admitted.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is not my first voyage, but I assure you it is my\\nlast. Since you escaped the trouble, you have no idea\\nhow wretched one feels when sea-sick. If ever I go to\\nAmerica again it shall be by land, through Asia by way\\nof Behring\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Straits.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat would be a great deal worse than getting sea\u00c2\u00ac\\nsick\u00e2\u0080\u0094still I am ready to believe you wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind\\ncoming that way. I have always heard that Englishmen,\\nespecially noblemen, like to do unusual things.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope by that you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean eccentric things, Miss\\nBarton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, not exactly eccentric, but\u00e2\u0080\u0094but it is true, is it\\nnot?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS 33\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you fancy that? Are you prejudiced against\\nmy class\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPrejudiced is not the right word; of course being\\na democrat I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t approve of a titled class. You would\\nhardly expect that of me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, Miss Barton; little as I know you I should ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npect you to stick to your principles. But you have not\\ntold me why you think English noblemen more apt to\\nbe eccentric\u00e2\u0080\u0094more disposed to indulge in whims and\\ncaprices than other people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d then Grace hesitated.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be afraid to speak frankly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord en\u00c2\u00ac\\ncouragingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI promise not to mind your criticism.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI did not hesitate because I was about to be severe,\\nbut because I was trying to put my reason into words.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, ordinary individuals have regard for public\\nopinion\u00e2\u0080\u0094titled people are above public opinion, con\u00c2\u00ac\\nsequently they care less to please, are less willing\\nto obey and more ready to defy the accepted\\nideas of the masses. You know how dreadful kings\\nused to be before the days of newspapers. They used\\nto feel themselves so much above the people that they\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t even try to put a curb on the bad impulses of\\ntheir hearts.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you think newspapers put a curb on kings?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nqueried the young lord, eying Grace with a look of\\ninterest mixed with admiration.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I do. Newspapers make everything so public.\\nEven a king is ashamed to have the knowledge of the\\nbad things he may do scattered to the four winds.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon, Miss Barton, but don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think\\nyou rather contradict yourself?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou said titled men are eccentric because they are\\nabove the rule of public opinion. Now you say even\\nkings are curbed by public opinion. If kings are kept\\nstraight by the newspapers, how much more effect will\\npublicity have on mere noblemen?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "34 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\nGrace laughed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it does look inconsistent, yet\\nI believe both my statements are true. I believe the\\nnewspapers exercise a wholesome restraint over kings,\\nI also think it to be true that titled men are more prone\\nto act on their own individual ideas than untitled men.\\nPerhaps their greater independence is the cause. Ordi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnary men have to make their living; a lord is born to a\\nliving without work, and no matter what work one does,\\none is bound more or less to please the public.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment the head-steward entered the. saloon\\nwith a lady on either side of him leaning on his arms\\nfor support. Neither of them was small and it was\\nevident the steward had no slight task to keep them on\\ntheir feet. Finally, however, despite the rolling of the\\nship, he succeeded in getting his charges safely seated\\nat the table opposite Lord Apohaqui and Grace Barton.\\nWhen this was done the steward came to Grace and\\nleaning over whispered something into her ear. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMam\u00c2\u00ac\\nma feeling worse?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she exclaimed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is too bad.\\nI will go to her at once.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With a bow to Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui she left the dining-saloon. During the next five\\nminutes the Englishman confined himself to the business\\nof eating his dinner; during the same period the two\\nladies who had come in leaning on the steward\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms\\noccupied themselves in staring at, and whispering about,\\ntheir vis-a-vis. At length, the elder one could contain\\nherself no longer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think we saw you on deck, the afternoon we left\\nNew York,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said with an extremely gracious air.\\nLord Apohaqui bowed politely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure me and my daughter are charmed to be\\nyour neighbors at the table,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued the portly lady\\nwhose face was now rather pale; usually Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncolor was very high but she still showed the traces of\\nthat indescribable misery which accompanies \u00e2\u0080\u009cgoing to\\nsea\u00e2\u0080\u009d and from which even the dollars of the late Packer\\ncould not buy her absolvence.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery kind, I am sure,\u00e2\u0080\u009d observed the young lord,\\ntaking a good look at his vis-a-vis across the table.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS 35\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit is so much to be\\nneighbors with nice people. I am Mrs. Ford Packer\\nof Chicago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Englishman bowed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAs we are going to be table-neighbors,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Chica\u00c2\u00ac\\ngoan added affably, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhat is the use of being stiff and\\nformal? That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what Mr. Packer used always to be a-\\nsaying. Packer was a self-made man and mixed with\\neverybody, but he always said to me, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Mrs. Packer, men\\nand women are different; men can mix but women\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t, and you and Lobelia take care that you go only\\nwith the first. Poor Packer! I wish he could be here\\nso as to see how we are following his advice.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Packer did not come with you then?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the\\nlord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome with us! How I wish he could! but lie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dead,\\nmy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u0094died three years ago, not long after our\\nJohnny died. Johnny\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dying so sudden-like\u00e2\u0080\u0094Johnny\\nwas drowned in the Lake\u00e2\u0080\u0094sorter preyed on Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmind and he kept saying, \u00e2\u0080\u0098It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too much money for one\\nchild., What\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll she do with it?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 meaning his money was\\ntoo much for Lobelia, which he had expected to divide\\nequal with her and Johnny.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIndeed? sad, very sad,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Lord Apohaqui,\\nrather bewildered by this unbidden flow of confidences.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it was sad,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit preyed on\\nPacker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind and worried him into the grave. This\\nis my daughter Lobelia, Lord Apohaqui.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, I am glad to know you, Miss Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said his\\nlordship; there was an awkward pause which the young\\nnobleman broke by passing Miss Lobelia the toast.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLobelia,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, reprovingly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nsee the lord is offering you some toast? Can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nthank him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThanks,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Lobelia, blushing furiously as\\nshe put out her large white hand\u00e2\u0080\u0094by no means an ugly\\none\u00e2\u0080\u0094and took a piece of the proffered toast.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat we\u00e2\u0080\u0099d had the\\npleasure of meeting your lordship in Chicago. Lobelia", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "36 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\nand I would have been proud to have you visit us.\\nPoor dear Packer was fond of entertaining distinguished\\nmen, especially the military. Packer was not in the\\narmy himself but he always had the great generals come\\nto see him. Many a time we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve had twenty people all\\nat once. We have a large house. I told Packer when\\nhe was building it that it was too big and so it was,\\neven when Packer and Johnny were alive. You can\\nimagine how big a thirty-six room house seems to me\\nand Lobelia all by ourselves.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe young Englishman good-naturedly said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\\na thirty-six room house was rather large for two people\\nsoon after that he bowed himself away.\\nIn high feather at the progress she was making, Mrs.\\nPacker quite forgot how sea-sick she had been, and how\\nweak she still was. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just as affable and friendly\\nas any of the common sort,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nnever see any man more so. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a lucky thing we\\ncame on this ship, and to think of getting seats right\\nopposite him! If we act right he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll interduce us to the\\nnobility when we get to London, and who knows then\\nwhat may happen?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, ma, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t talk nonsense,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lobelia.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nonsense for you any more than\\nfor any other rich American girl,\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted the mother.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure your pa left you as big a pile as that New\\nYork woman who married a Dook. How would you\\nlike to be a Dookess, Lobelia?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDuchess, ma, duchess!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lobelia, petulantly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say Dookess, there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no such word.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, Duchess then,\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Mrs. Packer, with\\nperfect good humor. She recognized in her daughter\\na right to correct mistakes: had she not paid the very\\nhighest prices to have her educated? \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome enough and rich enough, Lobelia, to marry a\\ndook or even a prince. Look at that Ward girl! she\\nmarried a prince!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nfor gracious sake, ma!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Lobelia, impa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiently, don t talk about her. She disgraced herself.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS 3?\\nLet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s go on deck. Mr. Morton is there. Besides, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m\\ndying for a breath of fresh air.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThese two short interviews had made Lord Apohaqui\\nfeel confident he could obtain either one of the Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan heiresses for the asking; but in the event he honored\\none of them with the noble Apohaqui name, could her\\nAmericanisms be toned down to suit English ideas of\\ngood form? Lord Apohaqui knew that his mother, the\\nDowager Baroness Apohaqui, was greatly prejudiced\\nagainst Americans; he questioned if any number of\\nmillions would atone in her eyes for such extraordinary\\nmanners as those displayed by the Chicagoan \u00e2\u0080\u009clady\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\nTrue, Miss Packer had kept quiet and was really hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome, but with such a mother as Mrs. Packer, Lord\\nApohaqui doubted if any amount of veneering would\\nmake the daughter a lady. So for the time being he\\ndropped the Packers from his calculations and turned\\nhis thoughts to the Barton girl. She was unconventional,\\nshe went about on deck with the captain without a\\nchaperone, she walked and talked with a second-class\\npassenger and she had some curious ideas\u00e2\u0080\u0094in short,\\nshe was decidedly American; but might not this be\\nremedied in time? There was no denying her beauty;\\nmoreover, there was something about Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manner\\nthat fascinated him, despite her ultra-Americanism.\\nNext morning, as he was eating his orange at break\u00c2\u00ac\\nfast, he saw Grace coming to the table leading two\\nladies whom he surmised to be her mother and sister.\\nBoth these new-comers had a languid air and pale\\nfeatures; Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face had something of the martyr\\nin it, as if patiently suffering, but appealing for sympathy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cpermit me to present to you\\nLord Apohaqui. Lord Apohaqui, this is my mother\\nand my sister Clara.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am pleased to meet you, Mrs. Barton, and Miss\\nClara Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the young lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour daughter\\nhas told me you have suffered from sea-sickness. I\\nsympathize with you. I was horribly sick myself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf the sea made you half as miserable as it made", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "38 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\nme\u00e2\u0080\u009d moaned Mrs. Barton, plaintively, \u00e2\u0080\u009c1 pity you deep\u00c2\u00ac\\nly; I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why people will go to sea. We are not\\nsea animals, we are land animals; it is contrary to the\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094the Creator\u00e2\u0080\u0099s intentions to\u00e2\u0080\u0094to try to make sea animals\\nof ourselves. I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat, Grace; make them take my\\nplate away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTry a little coffee, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d urged Grace, when the\\nbeefsteak was removed. Mrs. Barton sipped the coffee\\nin silence. Presently she raised her big, innocent eyes\\nand thoughtfully contemplated Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s counte\u00c2\u00ac\\nnance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you say he was a lord, Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked softly,\\nbut loud enough for all near to hear.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, mamma, from England.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think Lord Apohaqui looks like\\nthat Italian nobleman in the Grand Hotel in Talledega?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nClara bit her lip to keep from laughing, but Grace\\nmaintained imperturbable gravity. The young lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nface flushed a little under these open comments.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mean Count Satolli?\u00e2\u0080\u009d questioned Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, that Italian Count everybody was talking about\\nand pitying. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think Lord Apohaqui looks\\nlike him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, mamma, not the least in the world. Count\\nSatolli was a small man, and dark, whereas Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui is tall and not at all dark.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI did not mean in the details, Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs.\\nBarton, with mild reproach. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not as critical\\nan observer as your mother; I meant in general bear\u00c2\u00ac\\ning. Both being noblemen it is only to be expected\\nthat there should be a resemblance in their manners.\\nNo, my dear, I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t eat. Tell the man not to bring\\nme anything more; it makes me sick to see food.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSoon after this the young lord escorted the Bartons\\non deck, where they ensconced themselves in reclining\\nchairs to enjoy the bracing air. Five or ten minutes\\nlater, Lord Apohaqui saw coming toward him what may\\nbe called an \u00e2\u0080\u009cold-young\u00e2\u0080\u009d man, i. e., a man about forty-\\nfive who tried to act and look like a man of twenty-five.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONtS 39\\nThe streaks of gray in his hair and mustache were care\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully dyed; his dress and manner led the Bartons to\\nfancy he was an Englishman; in reality he was a native\\nNew Yorker who had lived much abroad and was thor\u00c2\u00ac\\noughly imbued with European tastes. The manners\\nand customs of England were in Mr. Montrose Morton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nesteem the most perfect manners and customs imagin\u00c2\u00ac\\nable. The Anglomaniac had once met Lord Apohaqui\\nat a dinner in London and on the strength of this meet\u00c2\u00ac\\ning now claimed his acquaintance. He thrust his hand\\nout to the young peer in the most friendly way, but the\\nnoble digits remained hidden under their rug, and the\\nnoble owner of the digits merely stared at the man who\\npresumed to know him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAw, you know, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d insisted Morton, with un\u00c2\u00ac\\nabashed assurance, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had the pleasure of meeting you\\nat the Cheshire Cheese.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Cheshire Cheese?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\\nI remember now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, dear Mr. Morton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried a loud, cheerful female\\nvoice, a voice which the Englishman well knew by this\\ntime, \u00e2\u0080\u009care you an old friend of Lord Apohaqui? He\\nis our neighbor at table. I do hope, Mr. Morton, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nget a seat at our table. Lobelia, make the deck steward\\nfetch our wraps and chairs on this side. It ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half\\nso windy here. I tell you, Lord Apohaqui, we most\\ngot blowed away on the other side.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOf course Mr. Morton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gallantry did not permit\\nMiss Packer to go. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAw, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see the steward,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\noffered, and when the wraps and chairs were brought,\\nMr. Moreton busied himself tucking up the Packer\\nladies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI call this real comfort,\u00e2\u0080\u009d commented Mrs. Packer,\\ngiving Mr. Morton an amiable smile. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you,\\nmy lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, very,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord Apohaqui, politely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Morton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI want you\\nand Lord Apohaqui to tell us what we must see in\\nLondon. We are going to London first. Lobelia and", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "40 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\nme are crazy to see the Queen. I suppose you see the\\nQueen very frequently, my lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have seen her Majesty but once in my life, madam.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoodness gracious! I thought the aristocracy was\\nreal thick with the royal family. Is\u00e2\u0080\u0094is she as proud as\\nall that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Montrose Morton made a diversion. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss\\nBarton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he drawled, \u00e2\u0080\u009cAw\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m awfully glad, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure,\\nto find you on board.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe did not expect to see you, Mr. Morton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied\\nGrace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour sister did not tell us you were going.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAw, I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know myself until the day before. Made\\nup my mind very sudden, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then Mr.\\nMorton introduced the Bartons to the Packers. Mrs.\\nPacker was frigid, but the Bartons, unaccustomed to\\nbeing snubbed, were not on the lookout for snubs, hence\\nattributed Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s frigidity to a mere peculiarity\\nof temper, never dreaming it could be due to a feeling\\nof superiority.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou will remain some time in London?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace\\nwith a view to being friendly. Mrs. Packer became\\nafraid that the Bartons might wish to \u00e2\u0080\u009chang on\u00e2\u0080\u009d to her\\nin London, so she answered icily:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t made up our minds just how long we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nstay in London.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs this your first ocean voyage?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara with\\nthe same idea of being friendly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d snapped Miss Packer, carrying out her\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plan of not picking up \u00e2\u0080\u009ccommon folks\u00e2\u0080\u009d while\\ntraveling.\\nThen silence fell between the Packers and the Bartons.\\nMr. Morton was more cordial. He had met the\\nBartons at the Finisher Institute where his sister was\\nbeing educated, and through his sister he knew of their\\nsolid financial standing, and so he devoted himself to\\nthem, leaving Lord Apohaqui to the charming Packer\\nladies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d began Mrs. Packer, smiling benignantly\\non the Englishman, \u00e2\u0080\u009cLobelia and me are extremely", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS 41\\npartial to your country. We like the aristocracy; it is\\nso refining; we Americans who have money enough to\\nkeep it up would be delighted to have lords and ladies\\nand dooks and doo-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMa!\u00e2\u0080\u009d remonstrated Miss Packer, in an agonized\\nwhisper, as she gave her mother a sharp pinch under\\nher rug.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, Lobelia, I wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t going to say anything wrong.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t squeal before you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re hurt. Lord Apohaqui knows\\nwhat I mejan. I was going to say, my lord, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a shame\\nwe haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got a solid aristocracy in America, and more\\nshame we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t even got a 400 in Chicago. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou think so, Mr. Morton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Montrose Morton felt the compliment implied\\nin Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s question; he was a member of New\\nYork\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009c400\u00e2\u0080\u009d and Mrs. Packer was right to apply to\\nhim as an authority; Mr. Morton believed that New\\nYork\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009c400\u00e2\u0080\u009d was next door to England\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nobility, and\\nwas a little wounded when Lord Apohaqui inquired,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the \u00e2\u0080\u0098400\u00e2\u0080\u0099?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNew York\u00e2\u0080\u0099s 400 is America\u00e2\u0080\u0099s aristocracy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d responded\\nMr. Morton, with a gravity befitting the subject. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOur\\naristocracy is not established in law, as yours is in Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nland, but it rests on a firm foundation.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is that foundation?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMoney\u00e2\u0080\u0094millions of money, especially millions hand\u00c2\u00ac\\ned down from father to son. The 400 seldom tolerate\\nthe membership of a man who has made his own\\nmillions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery interesting, indeed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, Mr. Morton!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, warmly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know how awful anxious the millionaire ladies\\nof Chicago are to get up a 400 like yours in New York.\\nWe all read Ward McAllister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grand little book, and\\nwe tried to get him to come to Chicago and start a 400.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere never was another man like Ward McAllister,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Mr. Morton, impressively. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo other man could\\nhave done what he did. As he said in his book, he\\nfound society a chaos*\u00e2\u0080\u0094and left it a 400.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "42 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you remember, Mr. Morton, what Ward said in\\nhis book about soup?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBefore we\\nread dear Ward\u00e2\u0080\u0099s book we had no idea how important\\nsoup is in society\u00e2\u0080\u0094of course, I mean aristocratic society.\\nSoup, you know, is every bit as high up as wine?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMore so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted Mr. Morton sententiously,\\nand continued with the gravity of a judge delivering\\nthe opinion of the associate justices of the Supreme\\nCourt\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSoup being served first is the test. As is the soup,\\nso is the dinner. In his great book Mr. McAllister\\nrelates how he lost a charming friend by excelling in\\nsoups.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow was that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d queried Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife was dining at Mr. McAllister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s;\\nthe soup was\u00e2\u0080\u0094well\u00e2\u0080\u0094it was soup for the gods; his\\nfriend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife was in despair\u00e2\u0080\u0094her soup could never rival\\nMcAllister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. On returning home to her husband she\\nthrew up her hands exclaiming, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Oh, what a soup\u00e2\u0080\u0099, and\\nfrom that moment the two charming friends were lost\\nto the McAllisters, because they could not bear to be\\noutdone in soup.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094sad\u00e2\u0080\u0094very sad,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured the young English\u00c2\u00ac\\nman, with a serious face.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Morton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis that little story\\nreally related in Mr. McAllister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s book?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is indeed, I assure you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRelated in earnest?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Mr. Morton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. McAllister\\ndid not permit himself to jest about the high society of\\nNew York.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI beg pardon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never read the\\nbook, and we of the South know nothing of 400s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interposed Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be a 400 in the South; you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got the material\\ndown there. Heaven knows it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hard enough to get up\\na 400 in Chicago where we have every bit as much\\nmoney as they have in New York. Society is so awfully\\nmixed in Chicago. A poor lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife with last year\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS 43\\nsilk gown turned and made over, is just as apt to be\\nnoticed and taken up as a millionaire lady, so what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe use of having millions of money? At the last ball\\nwe went to in Chicago we saw a chit of a girl whose\\nfather is a doctor and keeps only one carriage\u00e2\u0080\u0094the one\\nhe uses in his business\u00e2\u0080\u0094would you believe it, mylord,\\nthat girl was made as much of as though she was covered\\nwith diamonds.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it possible?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, gravely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s true, let alone possible; and that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why I say,\\nwhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the use wearing Paris gowns and driving in your\\nown carriage when a doctor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s girl is taken up like that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, ma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Miss Lobelia, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow you do talk! You\\noughtn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t to run Chicago down as long as we live there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe needn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep on living there. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m free to say,\\nLord Apohaqui, I like aristocracy, and maybe we will\\nsettle in England; at any rate, we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stay for some time\\nwhere Lobelia can associate with the high society\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\nconsider high society so refining.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are too flattering, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the young lord,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009ctoo flattering by far. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve no doubt we English have\\nmore to learn from* your new and vigorous west than\\nyou have to learn from us. Do you not think so, Miss\\nBarton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know too little of the English to express an opinion\\nabout them, but I agree with Mrs. Packer, it is dreadful\\nto mix up with lawyers\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and doctors\u00e2\u0080\u0099 families. It is\\nworth while to move to England to escape such con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntamination, even were there no other reasons, which,\\nof course, there are.\u00e2\u0080\u009d A twinkle in Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye was\\nthe only indication the girl gave thaj: she was indulging\\nin \u00e2\u0080\u009ca bit of chaff,\u00e2\u0080\u009d as Lord Apohaqui mentally termed\\nit. Mrs. Barton, not observing the twinkle and suppos\u00c2\u00ac\\ning her daughter in earnest, gathered up her rug and\\nwraps and arose with an air of wounded dignity.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyour own father was a lawyer,\\nand your uncle was a doctor. It does not become the\\ndaughter of a Confederate Colonel to disparage the legal", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "44 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE BARTONS\\nand medical professions. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go in now; I am tired of\\nsuch talk.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace, as she arose to accompany\\nher mother, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI did not mean to say a thing against the\\nSouth, you know I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The rest of her explanation\\nwas lost to the party on deck, but that the explanation\\nwas satisfactory, Lord Apohaqui, who had seen the\\ntwinkle in Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eye, made no manner of doubt.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER V.\\nLORD APOHAQUI MEETS MR. RHETT CALHOUN.\\nOn reaching the ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cabin Mrs. Barton resumed\\nthe reading of her novel, Clara retired to her room, and\\nGrace began writing notes in her diary. When she had\\nfinished writing she announced her intention of going\\naft to see Rhett Calhoun.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is only nine o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock, and Rhett said he would be\\nin the nook until after ten. The night is beautiful, the\\nmoon is as bright as a new silver dollar. I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be\\ngone long.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would be better for Rhett to come here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nMrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish he could, but he can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cross the line into our\\nterritory, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s against the rule; we can go over to his\\npart.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThrowing a shawl around her shoulders and promising\\nnot to be gone long, the girl went on deck. At that\\nmoment, the moon was obscured by a passing cloud,\\nand Grace almost walked into, a solid body that was\\npromenading the deck and proved to be Lord Apo-\\nhaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d began his lordship, then\\nstopped shcyt as he recognized with whom he had\\ncollided.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, it is you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou were gliding about\\nso softly I mistopk you for a ghost.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut since I have been so awkward as to run against\\nyou, you see how very tangible I am?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd now you no longer mistake me for a ghost?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, indeed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Grace, laughing. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo ghost\\ncould run against a person like that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With this she was\\n45", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "46 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS MR. CALHOUN\\nabout to pass on, when Lord Apohaqui said with some\\nearnestness:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon, Miss Barton. I would like to\\nsay just a word. I want you to know that I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I quite\\nunderstand the difference between you and those\u00e2\u0080\u0094those\\ncountrywomen of yours from Chicago-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, they are not our countrywomen, Lord Apohaqui.\\nChicago is a thousand miles from Alabama. We are\\nSouthern.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe way they talked to you and your mother cer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntainly showed they had not the advantages of good\\nbreeding. I trust they did not wound your feelings or\\nyour mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWound our feelings?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNot a bit of it.\\nOn the contrary, I enjoy the Packers. They are so\\ndifferent from our people. They amuse us. Mamma\\nmay be a little resentful at times, but it does not last.\\nFor my part, I feel actually indebted to the Packers\\nbecause of the material they furnished for my note-book.\\nI have filled five pages to-night since we went into the\\ncabin, and but for the Packers I could not have filled\\none page.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey were now at the railing separating the second\\nfrom the first class quarters; dropping the lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm,\\nwhich she had accepted to steady her steps, Grace\\nthanked him for bringing her so far in safety, and bade\\nhim \u00e2\u0080\u009cgood-night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut why must you leave me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I not see you back to the ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 saloon?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you, but I am going on this side to see an\\nold friend who is traveling second-class.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn Alabama girl?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, an Alabama man\u00e2\u0080\u0094the son of my mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s oldest\\nand dearest friend. Mr. Calhoun hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t made his fortune\\nyet, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why he is traveling second-class.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment Rhett approached, and Grace said\\nto him; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI came to tell you mamma and Clara are not\\nwell enough to pay you a visit to-night; they will come\\nto-morrow. Lord Apohaqui, if you like I will introduce", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS MR. CALHOUN 47\\nyou to Mr. Calhoun and you can come over to his side\\nof the ship and see the second cabin.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe two young men bowed rather stiffly. It was so\\ndark neither could farm an accurate opinion of the other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\npersonal appearance; both were tall, both stalwart\u00e2\u0080\u0094that\\nwas all they could determine. It can not be said that\\neither the Englishman or the Alabamian was in love\\nwith Grace, yet they felt an instinctive dislike to each\\nother. Rhett Calhoun became somewhat moody and\\ndepressed, the young lord somewhat suspicious and dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nsatisfied. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAn English lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d was Calhoun\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bitter\\nthought. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd American girls are crazy about titles.\\nD-him! He can see her every hour of the day while\\nI am railed off here-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis state of affairs was enough to irritate any Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan youth who never before had felt himself cabined,\\ncribbed and confined on account of his impecuniosity.\\nWhile in Washington, Rhett went among the highest,\\nalthough he was known to be just a clerk in one of the\\nGovernment departments. As to the Englishman, a\\ngloom also fell upon his spirits; he fancied he had found\\nthe very girl he would like to make his wife if only she\\nwere not so American. She was pretty enough, indeed\\nhe admitted to himself that she was prettier than any\\nwoman he had ever met; she was vivacious, bright,\\nentertaining; but could he marry a girl guilty of such\\nbad form as walking at night on deck alone? What\\nsort of a mother could Mrs. Barton be to permit her\\ndaughter to start out alone in the night to see a young\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0094a second cabin passenger? And yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094and yet\\nthere was something about her which commanded his\\nentire respect; not for a moment did he imagine that\\nhe or any other man could be more familiar with her\\nthan with a girl chaperoned by the grandest Duchess\\nin England.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmamma and Clara are anxious\\nto see your show people. When are they to give their\\nexhibition?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Blower means to have the performance come", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "48 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS MR. CALHOUN\\noff to-morrow night,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett, rather coldly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\\nis for the benefit of a poor Italian girl on her way back\\nto Italy, very ill with consumption. She went to America\\nto make money for her family. She is a singer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is all the more reason why we must come,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncried Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must come too, Lord Apohaqui,\\nand bring the Packers and Mr. Morton. You know\\nthem; do use your influence to make them attend. We\\nmust help this poor Italian girl all we can.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will do my best, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett, I am wild to see the Arkansas Strong Girl,\\nwhom they say is the star of this wonderful troupe,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ncontinued Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall feel proud of her because\\nshe is a Southerner. Imagine, Lord Apohaqui, a girl\\nas strong as a lioness and as handsome as a goddess\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthat is the way Rhett describes her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe must be wonderful!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerica\\nis a grand country and produces grand people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, America is a grand country. Good-night,\\nRhett. We shall see you to-morrow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter Lord Apohaqui had escorted Grace to the foot\\nof the stairs, he repaired to the deck to smoke his pipe\\nand reflect upon the day\u00e2\u0080\u0099s developments. He told him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself that Grace was absolutely lacking in \u00e2\u0080\u009cgood form;\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nwere an English girl to promenade alone with him on\\ndeck at. night he would not consider her a matrimonial\\npossibility. But Grace was so lovely! It was a thousand\\npities she had not been reared with at least some knowl\u00c2\u00ac\\nedge of European manners!", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VI.\\nMR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA.\\nThe following morning when Mr. Rhett Calhoun took\\nhis seat at breakfast he saw across the table a young\\nman in a German blouse, whom the day before he had\\nnoticed among the crowd on the lower deck. Rhett\\nhad been engaged only a few minutes in conversation\\nwith the passenger at his right, when he was interrupted\\nby the person in question.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098This is luck/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried he, with cheerful satisfaction.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot only out of the steerage into the cabin, but I am\\nput opposite a first-class Southern gentleman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett stared at the young fellow; he was homely but\\nlooked honest; his eyes were gray and glinting; his\\nhair red and stiff and straight; he was short and stout\\nand sturdy; he wore a blouse such as is worn by work\u00c2\u00ac\\ningmen in Germany. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you allude to me as the \u00e2\u0080\u0098first-\\nclass Southern gentleman\u00e2\u0080\u0099?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Rhett asked in a friendly\\nway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cExactly so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the other, emphatically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nhaven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t seen any other Southerner on this ship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow do you know that I am from the South?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy the accent, sir. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d know a Southern accent if\\nI heard it in the catacombs. I reckon you hail from\\nAlabama or Mississippi? Sister states, you know, and\\naccent pretty much the same. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m from New Orleans.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must have a keen ear for sounds,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAt any rate you hit it exactly right when you guessed\\n_ a\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cReckon, reckon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d corrected the red-headed young\\nman quickly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI never use the word guess unless really\\nguessing. I would just as soon say \u00e2\u0080\u0098hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t oughter\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI accept your correction,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, good-humor\u00c2\u00ac\\nedly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthough, really, I thought it was a guess when\\n49", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "50 MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\nyou asked if I was from the South, but you certainly\\nreckoned right when you said Alabama. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my\\nnative State,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and he added, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI should never take \u00e2\u0080\u0098you\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nfor a Southerner, or even for an American; that is, if I\\njudged from your costume. It is only your voice that\\nsavors of our beloved Southland.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell from my costume?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the red\u00c2\u00ac\\nheaded young man, his face beaming with pleasure.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood! I am glad to hear you say that. I am going\\non a pedestrian trip\u00e2\u0080\u0094going as a \u00e2\u0080\u0098Handwerksbursche\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gratifying to know that my disguise is a success.\\nThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take me for a native and not overcharge me.\\nMoreover, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll get closer to the people. Did you ever\\ntravel as a Handwerksbursche?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know even what that means.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot up in German, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy education in that line has been sadly neglected.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve posted myself for a purpose. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no use\\nlearning a language unless you mean to do something\\nwith it. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve had this trip in my mind since I was fifteen\\nyears old. A Handwerksbursche is a strolling journey\u00c2\u00ac\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0094a mechanic who wanders about from place to\\nplace picking up jobs. The woods of Germany are full\\nof \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. They dress like this. Picturesque, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, no,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett, critically surveying the\\nblue blouse worn by his table neighbor, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say it\\nis picturesque, though I dare say it is comfortable.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCert, it is comfortable; it gives the wind a chance\\nto get around a fellow. They have a jolly time of it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Handwerkers?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, they haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much money, but neither have\\nthey much work; they see the world and study the peo\u00c2\u00ac\\nple. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what I mean to do. What else does a\\nfellow travel for? I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t give a dried fig for old\\ntumbledown ruins. What I want to get at is the toiling,\\nmoiling mass of humanity. I want to get at the core\\nof their hearts and know how the downtrodden slaves\\nof the century think and feel.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe red-headed man talked hard and fast, but that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\n51\\ndid not prevent his eating hard and fast at the same\\ntime; they finished their breakfast at the same time and\\nleft the table together. As they walked away, Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nnew acquaintance confidentially informed him that it was\\na desire to study human nature which had led him to\\nstart from New York in the steerage.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you in the steerage?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was, but the purser has just transferred me to the\\nsecond cabin. I was in the steerage three days. That\\nis enough, I know all about it. Besides, I wish to get\\nglimpses of all phases of life. I want to study cabin as\\nwell as steerage passengers, high as well as low life.\\nEven the sweeping vision of an eagle is not too broad\\nfor the G. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor the what?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Rhett, a little dazed at the\\nyoung man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grandiloquent metaphor and gesture.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe G. A. N.,\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated the young man, leaning\\ncloser to Rhett and speaking in a low tone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nmind telling you, a Southerner, that I am the author of\\nthe G. A. N. I am at work on it now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the G. A. N.?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Rhett, a vague suspi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncion coming upon him that his companion was slightly\\ndemented.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBetween Southerners there need be no secrets,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nthe young man confidentially. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it must go no\\nfurther. The G. A. N. is the Great American Novel.\\nDo you annex?\u00e2\u0080\u009d The young man drew back and eyed\\nRhett as if he expected an explosion of admiration.\\nBefore Rhett could answer, the red-headed young man\\ncontinued in a burst of enthusiasm, \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a tremendous\\nwork\u00e2\u0080\u0094comprises scenes and characters throughout the\\nlength and breadth of magnificent America. A tremen\u00c2\u00ac\\ndous work, but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m compassing it. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going to knock\\nthe persimmon from the highest limb of the tree of fame.\\nThe G. A. N. will shake the literary world to the core.\\nIt will have no Howellism, no Jamesism in it; it will be\\nGassawayism all the way through.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this he looked at Rhett as if he expected soul-\\nfelt sympathy in his great undertaking.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "52 MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a great ambition, 1 said Rhett in response to\\nthe look, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut what is Gassawayism?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 exclaimed the young man pulling out his hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nkerchief and moping his brow, \u00e2\u0080\u009cexcuse me\u00e2\u0080\u0094I omitted\\nto give my name\u00e2\u0080\u0094Green Gassaway, at your service\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nrepresentative of two ancient stocks, the Greens and the\\nGassaways, both first families of the South, scholars on\\nboth sides, poets and politicians, men of learning, women\\nof beauty\u00e2\u0080\u0094at present reporter on \u00e2\u0080\u0098New Orleans Day\u00c2\u00ac\\nlight\u00e2\u0080\u0099, and author of the G. A. N. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my hand.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Gassa\u00c2\u00ac\\nway,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, shaking the proffered hand warmly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy name is Rhett Calhoun.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett Calhoun?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Mr. Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA good\\nSouthern name. I am glad to know you, Rhett.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCalhoun, if you please, I prefer to be called Calhoun\\nby strangers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, come,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Gassaway, again moping his\\nforehead, which had a way of looking hot and sweaty\\non the slightest provocation, \u00e2\u0080\u009ccome, my dear Rhett.\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right between strangers, but between South\u00c2\u00ac\\nerners, between men of the first families of the South,\\nthere is no need of formality, not the least.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDuring this speech Rhett made an attempt to assume\\nan air of dignity, but it would not stand. Dignity wilted\\nunder the spontaneous warmth of soul manifested by\\nMr. Gassaway of New Orleans.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFormality had not been entirely done away with up\\nto the time I left Alabama,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, laughing. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow\u00c2\u00ac\\never, it is of no moment. I trust the G. A. N. may prove\\nworthy of its name and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and author.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you, thank you, sir, for the sentiment. And\\nyou need have no fear. I am getting pointers every\\nday.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it a difficult task?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDifficult? To the uninspired, yes, extremely difficult.\\nBut to me, writing is child\u00e2\u0080\u0099s play. Ever see a juggler\\nthrow balls up in the air? Tosses up one, then another,\\nand still another\u00e2\u0080\u0094and so on, until he gets a dozen whirl-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA 53\\ning at the same time? Just so with novel writing. Get\\nin one character, then another, and so on; the juggler\\nhas only to turn his wrist and keep his eyes peeled to\\nkeep the balls going. Same principle in writing. You\\nhave only to hustle on your characters from chapter to\\nchapter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cl see/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Rhett, when the man of genius paused\\nto take breath. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe G. A. N. is a grand idea. When\\nwill it be published?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSome time in the future. Of course a work like\\nthe G. A. N. can not burst into being in a day or a\\nweek. I am getting pointers on every hand. Mean\u00c2\u00ac\\nwhile I earn my bread by writing for the Daylight. The\\nDaylight sends me to Europe to write up the seamy\\nside of life. The labor question in Europe is,\u00e2\u0080\u0094hello, I\\nreckon these ladies are heading for us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe ladies who caused this interruption were Mrs.\\nBarton and Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Barton, Miss Clara,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Rhett, stepping\\nforward to greet them, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow glad I am to see you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow are you, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Barton said, cordially\\nreaching out her plump white hand to be shaken. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\nare the last person I ever dreamed of meeting here.\\nClara and I thought Grace was joking when she told\\nus you were aboard.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit seemed too good to be true,\\nyour bobbing up this way in midocean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cClara, my dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d reproved Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009clet me beg\\nyou not to use Yankee slang. You know Rhett must\\nhave come aboard when we did, consequently he did\\nnot \u00e2\u0080\u0098bob\u00e2\u0080\u0099 up in midocean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, mamma, we did not see him until we were\\nmidway\u00e2\u0080\u0094that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what I mean. Were you hiding, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I have merely kept on my side of the ship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou foolish boy. The idea of your keeping away\\nbecause you are in this part of the ship. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099d go to\\nyou anywhere, Rhett, and this place certainly seems as\\ngood as our quarters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good enough,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand it suits", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "54 MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\nmy purse better than your part of the ship That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s why\\nI came this way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery sensible of you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYour\\nmother and I have seen days when we would have\\nthought this way of traveling as fine as a fiddle. You\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t remember when we used to ride to town in a\\nrickety old wagon? And when the wagon was hauling\\ncotton I mounted Colonel Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s old gray mule and\\nyour mother rode behind me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI remember that old gray mule very well,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added\\nClara; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought it was the finest steed in the world\\nand used to feel very proud when Colonel Barton let\\nme ride behind him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDuring these reminiscences Mr. Gassaway was not\\naltogether idle; he looked at the ladies and the ladies\\nlooked at him. Rhett for the moment forgot his new\\nacquaintance, but the author of the G. A. N. was not\\none to be left long in the background. Taking out his\\nnote-book he jotted down a few lines, then looked up,\\nran his fingers through his hair and said, with delight\u00c2\u00ac\\nful bonhommie:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Southern ladies? eh, Rhett. Introduce me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSomehow, there was that about Mr. Gassaway which\\ninspired perfect confidence. It never occurred to Rhett\\nto suspect that Gassaway was not exactly what he\\nclaimed to be, therefore he had no hesitation in intro\u00c2\u00ac\\nducing him to the Barton ladies. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon,\\nMr. Gassaway, I was so glad to see my old friends that\\nI forgot you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll right, Rhett, never too late to mend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassa\u00c2\u00ac\\nway, doffing his hat and making a profound bow to the\\nladies. Before the less impulsive Calhoun could effect\\nthe introduction, the author of the future G. A. N. intro\u00c2\u00ac\\nduced himself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am Green Gassaway, at your service;\\nmost delighted to meet Southern ladies. I take it,\\nmadam, you hail from Alabama?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you think that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Mrs. Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, laughing, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Gassa\u00c2\u00ac\\nway has a wonderful ear for niceties of sound. It is", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA 56\\nnothing for him to detect the State one hails from. If\\nhe tries, he can tell your city and even your street and\\nnumber.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy friend indulges in chaff, as you must know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Mr. Gassaway with another courtly bow. Taken\\nwith his personal appearance\u00e2\u0080\u0094his short, thick-set figure,\\nhis round head, stiff red hair and homely, honest face.\\nMr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s courtly manners were striking indeed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere you ever in Birmingham, Mr. Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBirmingham?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassaway, with the liveliest\\ninterest. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you, madam, from Birmingham?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is our home now. We are originally from\\nTalledega.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell this is luck!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway, his face beam\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with joy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett, I am in the favor of the gods\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\\nam, for a verity.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Gassaway laid his short, thick-set right hand flat\\non the spot beneath which his heart was beating, made\\na deep and reverential obeisance to the two Barton ladies,\\nrecovered his perpendicular position, then said in an\\nalmost solemn tone; \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Barton, of Birmingham, form\u00c2\u00ac\\nerly of Talledega, widow of the brave, the chivalrous\\nsoldier Colonel Barton, I salute you! I ought to have\\nknown you. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve seen your picture a hundred times.\\nMy mother treasures it in her finest album. My father\\ntreasures Colonel Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s picture in his finest album.\\nMrs. Barton, I am delighted to meet you, to know you,\\nto shake you by the hand\u00e2\u0080\u0094how are you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this Gassaway briskly took his hand away from\\nover his heart, grasped Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand and shook\\nit with great friendliness. Mrs. Barton, who had no\\nmemory whatever of the Gassaway name, gazed at the\\nyoung man with open-eyed amazement.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour mother has my picture?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she murmured, sink\u00c2\u00ac\\ning down on the bench.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe has, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Gassaway, with another\\nbow so grave, so courtly, that Clara Barton had to bite\\nher lips to preserve her gravity. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe treasures it as", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "56 MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\na memento of girlhood days. My mother and you were\\nat the same boarding-school. You were Miss Sophy\\nBallington, my mother was Dolly Green.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, are you Dolly Green\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have that honor. My father, Judge Gassaway of\\nNew Orleans, was in the army with Col. Barton. Possi\u00c2\u00ac\\nbly you may know Judge Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe I do. I never knew whom Dolly\\nGreen married.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDolly Green, Mrs. Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Gassaway\\ngravely, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmarried Judge Gassaway of New Orleans. It\\nis admitted by the whole New Orleans bar that my\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind is deep, logical, profound. I grieve to\\nsay his health is now poor\u00e2\u0080\u0094very poor. Nervous pros\u00c2\u00ac\\ntration, Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0094nervous prostration from too\\narduous application to his profession\u00e2\u0080\u0094entirely too ardu\u00c2\u00ac\\nous.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton said she was sorry to hear it, she hoped\\nhis mother was well?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy mother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Mr. Gassaway, a broad smile\\nlighting his face. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, God bless her! She enjoys\\nthe best of health. She is one woman in a million.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure she is blessed in having a son who loves\\nher so.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLoves and honors her; to honor my mother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nMr. Gassaway, with great courtliness, doffing his hat\\nas though to some invisible queen, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis to honor myself.\\nHas it struck you, Mrs. Barton, what a coincidence is\\nthis midocean meeting? It is worthy of the G. A. N.\\nWhen the Daylight published an account of the Barton\\nfamily\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good luck in Birmingham my mother cried,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Hurrah for Sophy Ballington\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and showed me your\\npicture in her album.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou did not recognize me from that old picture,\\nMr. Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGreen, Mrs. Barton, Green, not Mr. Gassaway. I\\nam no Mister to the school-girl friend of my mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, Green, then. I gave your mother that old\\ndaguerreotype long before you were born.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The little drummer put one arm around the magnet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA 57\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it is still a good likeness\u00e2\u0080\u0094an excellent likeness,\\nMrs. Barton, only you look younger and better-looking,\\npositively better-looking.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t resemble your mother, Mr.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Mr. Green?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Mrs. Barton, not knowing exactly how to take the\\nyoung man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fervent compliment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, indeed, not at all. Mother is one of the most\\nbeautiful women I ever saw, you know that of course.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m a Gassaway and the Gassaways never run on their\\nbeauty. On my mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s side women of beauty\u00e2\u0080\u0094on my\\nfather\u00e2\u0080\u0099s side men of brains, writers, orators, soldiers,\\nstatesmen. You never saw an ugly Green woman nor a\\nfool Gassaway man. Brains and beauty are united in\\nour family.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett and Clara walked to the railing, where they stood\\nlooking down at the steerage passengers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you say he belonged down there?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\nClara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe started in the steerage. Now he is in our cabin;\\nI suppose when he has finished taking pointers about\\nus he will move still further up the line and take pen-\\nphotos of you people in the first cabin. He is writing\\na novel.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf they let him go about among the different classes,\\nwhy don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they let you go too, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care to pay the difference in the\\nfares, Miss Clara; I save money here, so as to see as\\nmuch of Europe as possible.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI almost envy you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou seem to\\nhave all the amusing people in this part of the ship;\\nthe passengers in the first cabin are too stiff and formal\\nto be interesting. We are anxious to see your Mr.\\nBlower and his Prodigies. Will they perform to-night?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, and the Italian girl for whose benefit the show\\nis given is in great want, so don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t fail to come\u00e2\u0080\u0094make\\neverybody come that you can.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace has already attended to that. She has interested\\nthat English Lord; and all the snobs in our part of the\\nship will do anything he does. Mrs. Packer and her", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "58 MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA\\ndaughter are coming, so is Mr. Morton and lots of\\nothers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho are Mrs. Packer and Miss Packer? Friends of\\nyours\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFriends? on the contrary I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think they like us;\\nthey are from Chicago and as Grace would say, are\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098zvickedly\u00e2\u0080\u0099 rich. Grace has such ideas about wealth.\\nThere are times when she feels as if we ought to divide\\nour money and give most of it to poor people. She\\nsays we never earned it, so why should we have so much\\nmore than other people who work ever so much harder\\nthan we ever worked?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t near as much as the Packers,\u00e2\u0080\u009d re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmarked Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have heard of them, they are said to\\nbe among the richest people in Chicago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I reckon the Packers are lots richer than we\\nare, but -that doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t reconcile Grace to* our newly-\\ngotten money. She has a sort of leveling spirit in her,\\na feeling that we have not earned bur wealth. She\\nsays that there is enough in the world to make every\u00c2\u00ac\\nbody comfortable if things were evenly divided.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd Mrs. Packer of Chicago does not like such\\nsocialistic ideas?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think Grace has ventilated her ideas before\\nthe Packers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy then do the Packers dislike the Bartons?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA sort of natural antagonism. I saw it in Mrs. Packer\\nat our very first meeting.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt seems to me the most natural thing in this world\\nwould be to like the Bartons,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Packers\\nmust be curious people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot curious\u00e2\u0080\u0094only pompous. They are so proud of\\ntheir money that they cannot forget it and will not allow\\nanybody else to forget it. Their raiment is simply im\u00c2\u00ac\\nmense\u00e2\u0080\u0094Russian sables, big diamonds, gorgeous gowns.\\nWe wear plain traveling dresses and the Packers look\\ndown on us. Lord Apohaqui sits on our side of the\\ntable next to Grace. The Packers are as sweet as sugar\\nto him; to us they are as sour as lemons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "MR. GREEN GASSAWAY OF LOUISIANA 59\\nOn their way back to their own quarters, Mrs. Barton\\nreplied to Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s question as to who \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat Gassaway\\nman was\u00e2\u0080\u009d by saying, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is Dolly Green\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I heard him say that. But who is Dolly Green?\\nWas she really so very beautiful?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBeautiful! She was as homely as a mud fence!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen this young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother must be some other\\nDolly Green?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, there never was but one Dolly Green, there\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be but one. Everybody knew her. Such a\\ntombdy was never before seen, riding horses astraddle\\nlike a man, climbing trees and doing everything else like\\na lad. She used to be the talk of Talledega. But that\\nwas years before you were born. Only a blind man could\\nhave thought Dolly Green a beauty.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat funny Mr. Gassaway isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t blind and he thinks\\nDolly Green is still beautiful.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must remember, dear, that she is his mother.\\nTo a loving son all mothers are beautiful.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VII.\\nLORD APOHAQUI MEETS THE AUTHOR OF THE G. A. N.\\nThe next afternoon Mrs. Barton and Clara agaift\\nvisited Rhett on the afterdeck. As they sat chatting\\nin the cosy nook they saw Lord Apohaqui approaching\\nwith Miss Packer leaning on his arm.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs that your English lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is not our lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Clara; \u00e2\u0080\u009cmuch more\\nlikely he is Miss Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lord.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very handsome,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUmph!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett rather cynically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you think\\nso?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, and he has good manners.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnother \u00e2\u0080\u009cUmph\u00e2\u0080\u009d from Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you like Lord Apohaqui?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, yes, as well as I like any titled man. But I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like the institution of lords.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui and Miss Packer were now quite near.\\nMiss Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s round cheeks glowed like a red peony,\\nher eyes sparkled and she tossed her head back proudly\\nas she recognized the Bartons. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she muttered in\\ndisgust, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s that Southern girl talking to a second-\\nclass passenger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSecond-class?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the nobleman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI did not know\\nthat you had classes in your country. Are not ail people\\nequal in the States?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no, my lord!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Miss Lobelia, earnestly,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthat is a great mistake. We have first-class people in\\nAmerica, just as you have in England; the only differ\u00c2\u00ac\\nence is we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have titles. No first-class Chicago girl\\nwould lower herself like this!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was evident to the young Englishman that Miss\\nPacker wanted to turn back without speaking to the\\nBarton ladies, but affecting not to* perceive her wishes\\n60", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N. 61\\nhe came to a stop before the party on the other side of\\nthe rope, exchanged greetings, and in a minute or so\\nMiss Packer and the Englishman were over the line,\\nhobnobbing with the plebeian second-class passengers.\\nCalhoun was introduced to Miss Packer and Gassa-\\nway to the Englishman. Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes beamed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPm glad to meet you, lordl You\u00e2\u0080\u0099re the first live lord\\nI ever saw. How are you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d With this he seized Lord\\nApohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand and shook it with such heartiness that\\nthe astonished nobleman winced with pain.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI say, my good fellow, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s enough,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he muttered,\\nwithdrawing his crushed digits.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot used to the politician shake, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d grinned Mr.\\nGassaway, delightedly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps it is too strong for an\\nEnglish nob, but it is just the thing for our country.\\nThe political shake is an art very much in vogue among\\nrepublican people. Americans are the champion hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nshakers of the world. Not long enough in America to\\nlearn it, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I have not learned it yet,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Englishman,\\nruefully rubbing his injured fingers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is my first\\nlesson, and I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care for another.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, I see! Lords born to legislate don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have to\\ncourt the rabble. American shake means American\\nvotes. Every politician is a hand-shaker, from the Presi\u00c2\u00ac\\ndent down. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a matter of business. A good shaker\\nis a good mixer and a good mixer in politics generally\\ngets there. But, great Jehosaphat! the idea of being\\nborn to the purple, born to power. No reflection on\\nyou personally, lord, but, by George Washington, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\na terrible system. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to talk with you at length on\\nthis subject. I see in it some splendid pointers for the\\nG. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe had better return to our saloon?\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Lord\\nApohaqui to Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat fellow talks a little\\nwildly!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI agree with you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Gassa\u00c2\u00ac\\nway is not fair to the English Government. It is not\\nhalf as tyrannical as the Yankee Government.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "62 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTwo wrongs don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make a right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the undaunted\\nreporter, running his fingers through his stiff hair.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDemocratic principles are always dangerous to tyranny.\\nThere is nothing in our government, imperfect as it is\\nand must be, being the work of imperfect men, that\\nis half as bad as hereditary lawmakers. Why, bless my\\nsoul, madam! any half-witted lord, if he has only got\\nsense enough to say \u00e2\u0080\u0098yes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and \u00e2\u0080\u0098no\u00e2\u0080\u0099, can stop the wheels of\\nprogress, turn back the tide of time and nullify the great\\nHouse of Commons. Such things must make anarchists\\nof the people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRetreating a few feet, Mr. Gassaway intently eyed the\\nEnglishman, but as no answer eame he continued in\\nthe same vein of high feeling.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am willing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat the world should know\\nthat I, Green Gassaway, of the two houses of the Greens\\nand the Gassaways, best Southern blood in America, am\\nnow, ever have been and ever shall be, a foe to aristoc\u00c2\u00ac\\nracy in all its shapes and forms. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my platform,\\nand long may it stand to the honor and glory of Democ\u00c2\u00ac\\nracy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus Mr. Gassaway delivered himself. And we will\\nhope he felt better thereafter; his audience had melted\\naway at the first words. Lord Apohaqui offering his\\narm to Mrs. Barton, leaving Miss Packer to Clara Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton.\\nThe fact is, the young peer thought the time had come\\nto give the mother a hint as to the requirements of good\\nform and the dangers attending young girls who are\\nallowed to go unchaperoned. As they walked forward\\nto the saloon cabin he asked if he might venture to\\nspeak a word of warning? \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen he sees a lady travel\u00c2\u00ac\\ning alone, a friend may venture to speak, may he not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe lady ought to feel grateful for such kindness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued the lord somewhat\\nhesitatingly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cladies not accustomed to traveling some\\ntime fall in with\u00e2\u0080\u0094with travelers not exactly their equals\\nsocially.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N. 63\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course. That is to be expected/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 assented Mrs.\\nBarton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow those second-class and steerage passengers\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nfor instance that fellow in the peasant\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blouse-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDolly Green\u00e2\u0080\u0099s son?\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy,\\nsir, that young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father is a Southern Judge, and\\nDolly Green came from an old Southern family. I knew\\nhis folks. Mr. Gassaway is not a real tramp, he wears\\na blouse because he is traveling to study the people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui inwardly resolved that if the Barton\\ngirl did become Lady Apohaqui, his mother-in-law\\nshould be kept on the American side of the Atlantic\\nif he had the power to do it. Such a woman, he told\\nhimself, had no right to be the mother of as beautiful\\na girl as Grace Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWould a wise man scatter\\ndiamonds among a vulgar crowd? Would a wise mother\\nput pretty girls among rude men eager to snatch them\\nup?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is true/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 admitted Mrs. Barton when Lord\\nApohaqui expressed these views in the mildest way he\\ncould, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I can trust my girls, anywhere and with\\nanybody. They were raised in the South where men\\nhave the highest respect for women and where women\\nlearn how to command respect. Grace, you know, is\\ntwenty-one and can do as she pleases.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn English girl, that is, a daughter of the upper\\nclasses, is under her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wing until she is transferred\\nto her husband?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me! What if a girl does not marry until she\\nis thirty or forty*years old?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThirty or forty or a hundred, it is not godd form\\nfor a well born lady to. go about alone; she must be\\nprotected, guarded; of course the lower classes do as\\nthey please.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow strange!\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Mrs. Barton, placidly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOur girls are quite independent.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOne evening after Mr. Morton and Mrs. Packer had\\ndwelt upon the superiority of English customs and ways,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N.\\nLord Apohaqui asked Grace her opinion as to the ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nvantage of a country having titles and an aristocracy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not care for titles/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 replied Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cat any rate,\\nnot enough to live in England to get one.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou do not dislike the English?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the young lord,\\nreproach in his tone and look.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, but I love my own country and would not live\\nin England for any title, unless perhaps for one-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, dear me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d scornfully cried Miss Packer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is that one?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lo-rd Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is the title of Queen. I would not live in any\\nland with people held by law above me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy, what a stretcher!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Miss Packer, add\u00c2\u00ac\\ning in a whisper to her mother: Any one can see, ma,\\nshe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s making a dead set at that lord. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s perfectly\\nshameful!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg jour pardon, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui, almost with a gasp, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think your\\nambition is rather high?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace calmly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I would not\\ntake even the title of Queen unless with it was the\\npower to turn every thing topsy-turvy, to wipe out old\\nlaws and make new ones, to level up, and then level\\ndown. Oh! it would be such delight to straighten out\\nall the tangles and iniquities of the ages.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd you think you are competent to do all this?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nqueried Lord Apohaqui, looking at Grace with wonder\\nand amusement.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, at all events I should try. I should have the\\nwisest people make the laws. Would it be possible to\\nmake matters worse than they are now?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Packer sat bolt upright in her chair, raised her\\ntortoise shell lorgnettes to her eyes and looked at Grace,\\na deep frown on her brow. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSuch sentiments are anar\u00c2\u00ac\\nchistic,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope, my lord, you do not imagine\\nthe society people of America have such shocking opin\u00c2\u00ac\\nions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Triumphantly Mrs. Packer took her departure,\\nfollowed by her daughter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Packer is so fond of titles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI feai", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N. 65\\nthat she thinks ill of me for not agreeing with her. It\\nis the hereditary part that I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like. In the South\\nthe men are all titled and the women are all American\\nPrincesses, but this homage is offered as a sort of tribute\\nto individual manhood and womanhood.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind your disliking titles as long as you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ninclude the owners of them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI promise not to do that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009d1 like the\\nEnglish. I feel near kin to them. My great-great\u00c2\u00ac\\ngrandfather came over from England.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn the Mayflower?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMayflower?\u00e2\u0080\u009d scornfully.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon. I fancied that the Mayflower\\nwas a kind of Holy Ark to Americans.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is to Yankees.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you not a Yankee?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe look which Grace gave by way of reply to this\\nquestion startled the Englishman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon,\\nMiss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he stammered. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIn England we think\\nof all Americans as Yankees. I did not know there was\\nany difference.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Yankees are proud of the Mayflower and cele\u00c2\u00ac\\nbrate every anniversary of its arrival at Plymouth Rock,\\nbut Southerners are not interested in that old boat at\\nall, not in the least.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou make me ashamed of my ignorance,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked\\nLord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had no idea there was such a differ\u00c2\u00ac\\nence between the Mayflower people and the people of\\nyour State. I shall get an American history the moment\\nwe land.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d coolly assented the girl, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand be sure you get\\na Southern history. The Yankee histories are too one\u00c2\u00ac\\nsided. If you depend upon them you will never get the\\ntruth about the war.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat war?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy our war, of course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace who forgot\\nthat England always has some war on hand and that\\nconsequently the expression \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe war\u00e2\u0080\u009d conveys no such\\ndefinite meaning to an Englishman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind as it does", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "66 LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N.\\nto an American\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you ever hear how the Yan\u00c2\u00ac\\nkees fought us for four years and ruined our country?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 1\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094er\u00e2\u0080\u0094I believe I have.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose they would have treated us\\nthat way had we been Yankees? You have no idea how\\nterribly they treated us. Papa was a cotton planter.\\nThe war ruined him and nearly everybody else in\\nAlabama.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis sweeping sketch of history dazed the Englishman;\\nhe comprehended little of the history, but he understood\\nwell the beauty of the historian, and the more this beauty\\nimpressed him the more he deplored the terrible de\u00c2\u00ac\\nmocracy in which she appeared to revel.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you agree with Mrs. Packer in thinking me an\\nanarchist?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, instinctively, realizing the\\nnature of Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thoughts.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you imagine such a thing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI see that you think me very\u00e2\u0080\u0094very\u00e2\u0080\u0094what shall I\\nsay? Bold?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no, not that! I have never thought you bold.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, unconventional. English girls don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go out\\non deck alone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, they do not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord Apohaqui reluctantly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou say that as if you wished they did.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would be very pleasant if they did.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean pleasant for men?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut not for women?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c\u00e2\u0080\u00a2For those who like it\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerican girls have decided ideas. If English girls\\nlike to play baby, we won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t complain, but we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nmean to coop ourselves up. When we want fresh air\\nwe are not afraid to go and get it. Why should we be?\\nNo savages on this ship?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOne\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother or sister might go too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d hazarded the\\nyoung lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course it would be pleasanter if the mother or\\nsister wanted to go. But it would be very hard on a\\nmother to follow a grown-up daughter about as if she", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI MEETS AUTHOR OF G. A. N. 67\\nwere a three year old child liable to slip through the\\nrailings/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDemocrat\u00e2\u0080\u0094Anarchist\u00e2\u0080\u0094whatever she is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the\\nyoung Englishman to himself, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the brightest girl\\nI ever saw. If I thought my mother could tone down\\nher Americanisms I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d offer her myself and title to\u00c2\u00ac\\nmorrow!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER VIII.\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES.\\nLord Apohaqui tried in the most delicate way to in\u00c2\u00ac\\nduce Mrs. Barton to exercise a more careful control\\nover her daughters, but in spite of all he said\u00e2\u0080\u0094and he\\nsaid enough to frighten any English mother into the\\nmost circumspect behavior\u00e2\u0080\u0094the Bartons persisted in\\ntheir determination to attend the performances of Mr.\\nBlower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Prodigies in the second cabin.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a deuced bore,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Mr. Montrose Morton\\nas they stood in the cabin waiting for the ladies; \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe\\nwhole set over there are a common crowd or they would\u00c2\u00ac\\nn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be traveling second-class. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how refined\\nwomen care to mix with them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose it amuses them,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui,\\nwho did not care to express his disapproval to 1 Mr.\\nMorton.\\nIn a few minutes Mrs. Packer sailed in, followed by\\nher daughter, both regally arrayed, diamonds blazing in\\ntheir ears and at their throats.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear Lord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, tugging\\nat her glove, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t kept you waiting! Shall\\nwe start right off?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe other ladies will be in soon. We may as well\\nall go together,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Englishman.\\nMrs. Packer would have been better pleased if she\\nand her daughter could have gone on with the two men,\\nleaving the others to follow as they liked. After ten\\nminutes the three Bartons strolled in, calm and serene\\nas if they had not wickedly kept people waiting. Mrs.\\nPacker was indignant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not very punctual, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said\\nto Grace who happened to be nearest.\\n68", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\n69\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, yes, Mrs. Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace, smiling sweetly,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am considered a very model of punctuality.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI never saw a more brazen piece of impertinence,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nthought Mrs. Packer; aloud she said, with dignity; \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy\\nlord, will you lead the way?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui was standing near Mrs. Packer who\\nconsequently was not a little surprised and disappointed\\nwhen the Englishman stepped forward and offered his\\narm to Mrs. Barton. Mr. Morton offered his arm to\\nMrs. Packer; the three young girls were left to look\\nafter themselves. Following them came Agnes Allan,\\nMrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s maid, and a dozen, or two other first-class\\npassengers who wanted to see Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wonderful\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAggregation of Prodigies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe saloon of the second cabin was filled with rows\\nof chairs occupied for the most part by the second-class\\npassengers; one row was reserved for the visitors from\\nthe other part of the ship. At the far end of the cabin,\\npartially screened by the piano, was Mr. Richard Blower\\nand his prodigies; near by stood Green Gassaway, his\\neyes glowing with excitement. He no- longer wore the\\nGerman workman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blouse. In honor of the occasion\\nhe had donned an ordinary gray^ suit which, as Mrs.\\nBarton rightly observed, made him look more like a\\ndecent Southern gentleman. Mr. Blower, manager\\nof the American Prodigies, was fully forty-five years old\\nbut unlike Mr. Moreton he neither showed nor felt the\\nsigns of approaching age. Hale, hearty, robust, Mr.\\nBlower was dark skinned; his coarse hair was long and\\ncoal black; both skin and hair seemed to exude oil; his\\nprodigies said it was the oil of jollity, for Mr. Blower\\ncarried jollity wherever he went; he was the natural foe\\nto melancholy; always sanguine, though not always suc\u00c2\u00ac\\ncessful. He was now on his way to Europe for the pur\u00c2\u00ac\\npose of exhibiting his \u00e2\u0080\u009cProdigies\u00e2\u0080\u009d before \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Dukes\\nand Duchesses and crowned heads.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower confidentially to Mr. Green\\nGassaway, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnot that I value the opinions of crowned\\nheads more than I do the opinions of any of America\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "70 MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nseventy million sovereigns; but Mr. Gassaway, the world\\nis still full of snobs; snobs run in the wake of kings;\\nkings applaud; ditto snobs; ergo, the thing is to gain the\\ngood will of kings. That is what I am going to do now.\\nAs soon as the Dukes and Duchesses and Queen of\\nEngland run after my Prodigies the rabble will run too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the English lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Gassaway. Mr.\\nBlower stepped forward.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWelcome, my lord! I am honored and delighted to\\nsee you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen all the party were seated Mr. Blower rubbed\\nhis hands and beamed; each one of the audience was\\ngood for at least fifty cents and Mr. Blower determined\\nthat a collection should be taken at once.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLadies and gentlemen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried in stentorian tones,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Arkansaw strong girl will now act as Charity\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmaid. Each lord and lady is expected to contribute\\nfrom fifty cents up to\u00e2\u0080\u0094There is absolutely no limit to\\nthe upward rise of the contributions, the higher you go\\nthe better for the poor Signora Satoli and her sick and\\nstarving parents in Milan.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFrom the stool on the other side of the piano majestic\u00c2\u00ac\\nally arose a female form; and slowly, as became majesty,\\nthere stepped to the front a woman upon whom all eyes\\nat once became fixed. It was as if some grand goddess\\nfrom the old Pagan world had come down from her\\npedestal and stood before that assembly, beautiful, per\u00c2\u00ac\\nfectly moulded, kindliness beaming from her face. Mr.\\nGassaway seemed as much interested in the success of\\nthe show as Mr. Blower himself; he keenly enjoyed the\\nsensation which the sight of the Arkansaw Strong Girl\\ncaused. His eyes exultingly flashed from the woman to\\nthe crowd and back to the woman again. Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nface shone and his jovial eyes twinkled as he marked\\nthe effect his \u00e2\u0080\u009cProdigy\u00e2\u0080\u009d created.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord, ladies and gents,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Arkansaw\\nStrong Girl will now take up a collection. Go ahead,\\nSail!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHonor me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassaway, with a courtly bow,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\n71\\nas he offered the Prodigy his soft felt hat. The Arkansaw\\nStrong Girl took the hat with the grand composure of\\na queen and proceeded to pass it from one spectator to\\nanother.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJuno herself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the English lord as the\\nmonocle fell from his right eye.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMagnificent,\u00e2\u0080\u009d chimed in Mr. Morton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA flower from the glorious South,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassa-\\nway with a burst of pent-up patriotism. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe greatest\\ncountry on earth! Land of fair women and brave men!\\nArkansaw takes the cake, she does!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTakes all in sight and holds all she can,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered a\\nsneering voice in the rear. Rhett Calhoun and Grace\\nBarton glanced over their shoulders and saw a pair of\\nenvious eyes glinting satirically at the author of the\\nprospective G. A. N.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is he?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace in a whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009che is a snappy little drummer\\nfor an electric belt or something of the kind.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is there between him and Mr. Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA natural antagonism, I suppose. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brag\u00c2\u00ac\\nging about the South irritates the little drummer, who\\nthinks his part of the earth the hub of the universe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFrom Boston?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, at any rate from New England. He snarls and\\nsnaps whenever he gets near Gassaway. I was afraid\\nyesterday our friend would grab him by his hair and toss\\nhim overboard.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSix feet if she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s an inch,\u00e2\u0080\u009d burst out Gassaway, ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nmiringly, as he watched the Strong Girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s slow, stately\\nmovements.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStrapping backwoods wench!\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the drummer\\nof electric belts.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you speak, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded Gassaway sharply.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI guess I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve a right to speak on this ship,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the\\ndrummer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve paid my passage and have as much\\nright here as anybody.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassaway, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou have paid your pas-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "72\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nsage, eh? I am glad to hear it. Some fellows try to beat\\ntheir way.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe electric belt drummer frowned but made no reply.\\nThe coins jingled musically as the hat went around.\\nLord Apohaqui dropped in a sovereign. Mr. Morton,\\nnot to be outdone, put in a five dollar gold piece.\\nWhether fifty dollars or fifty cents went into the hat\\nseemed to make no difference to the Arkansaw Strong\\nGirl; the calm self-possession of her grand face remained\\nundisturbed by smile or frown. Mr. Blower counted the\\ncollection and, with delight in his face, announced the\\nresult; it passed fifty dollars.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord, ladies and gentlemen, you have done well,\\nexceedingly well. In the name of Signorina Satoli and\\nher dependent parents I thank you a thousand thanks\\nfor your generosity. And now our Prodigies will try to\\nentertain, edify and instruct you. The Magnetic Mag\u00c2\u00ac\\nnolia from Georgia will distribute the programmes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFrom behind the piano shyly came a slim little maiden,\\napparently not more than seventeen years old; her hair,\\ntied with blue ribbon, hung down her back, her blue\\neyes were soft and, as Mr. Gassaway put it, \u00e2\u0080\u009cextremely\\nfetching.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The programmes distributed by this dainty\\nspecimen of femininity, had been written by no less a\\nperson than the author of the G. A. N., read as follows:\\nBLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S UNRIVALED AGGREGATION OF AMER\u00c2\u00ac\\nICAN PRODIGIES.\\n1. Miss Sal Horton, the Arkansaw Strong Girl:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMiss Horton can lift 1,000 pounds as gracefully as you can\\nlift a kitten. $1,000 to any man on the ship who can out-\\nlift the Arkansaw Strong Girl.\\n2. Jake Nye, Wyoming\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Western Wonder:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n$1,000 to any man or woman in the world who can out-\\nlaugh Jake. Jake\u00e2\u0080\u0099s laugh shakes the Rocky Mountains\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\ntops; the most thunderous, wonderful laugh mortal man\\never conceived.\\n3. Miss Magnetic Magnolia, of Georgia:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMiss Magnolia challenges the power of any five men on\\nthe ship to budge her one inch when she is properly in\u00c2\u00ac\\nsulated. $1,000 to any man who can resist this wonderful\\nhuman magnet.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\n73\\nhf. Sam, tke Human Gorilla, from the Sierras:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe only living Gorilla who speaks the English language.\\n$1,000 to any man who can produce Sam\u00e2\u0080\u0099s equal.\\n5. Miss Mandy Tandy, of Texas:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe only woman in the world who completely hides her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself in her own hair; a cataract of capillary appendage.\\n6. Alta-Ma-Toxa, last of the Cave Dwellers; captured in the\\nwilds of Arizona; himself a dwarf, and king of the Dwarf\\nCave Dwellers of Arizona.\\n7. Wal-wal-lah, Chief of the Apaches:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWal-wal-lah, like David, has slain his thousands; the\\nfiercest Indian ever captured; for each of his victims slain\\nWal-wal-lah wears a feather in his cap; the cap, with 1,209\\nfeathers, is on exhibition. $1,000 to any crowned King or\\nQueen in Europe whose cap contains more feathers than\\nWal-wal-lah\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\\nThere was much laughing and talking over this re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmarkable programme. The electric belt drummer\\nshowed a disposition to belittle the whole affair, especi\u00c2\u00ac\\nally that portion relating to Miss Magnetic Magnolia.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFive men, indeed?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, as he eyed the slim little\\nmaiden from Georgia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stake my bottom dollar I\\ncan lift her out of her boots the first pop.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must go for that $1,000, then,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Til for it if the fellow has got that much, which of\\ncourse he hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s clear as day the whole show is\\na fake.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHides herself in her own hair, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe it, do\\nyou, ma?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Miss Lobelia.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course it is a trick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Packer, tartly;\\nshe had not quite gotten over the nobleman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bad taste\\nin taking Mrs. Barton under his protection.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat I want to see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Morton, solemnly,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cis the laughing man. I never before heard of a Cham\u00c2\u00ac\\npion Laugher.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord, ladies and gents,\u00e2\u0080\u009d resumed the genial show\u00c2\u00ac\\nman, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe are to-night honored by the presence of a\\nmember of Britain\u00e2\u0080\u0099s proud aristocracy, the first heredi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntary peer of the English House of Lords in the presence\\nof whom we have ever had the honor to perform; but I\\nmay confidently predict by no means the last. In fact,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "74\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nI may state that my principal purpose in taking the\\nProdigies to Europe is to show them off before the\\nQueen and the crowned heads of the Continent. In\\naddition to England\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nobleman we have to-night the\\nproud honor to number in the audience Mr. Montrose\\nMorton, that distinguished member of New York\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfamous 400; also the well-known Mrs. Packer and\\ndaughter, widow and daughter of the King Pork Man\\nof Chicago there are also with us three distinguished\\nrepresentatives of a famous old Southern family, the\\nBartons of Alabama, the very flowers of Southern aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocracy, the widow and daughters of the renowned\\nGeneral Barton, the first millionaire produced by the\\nNew South.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMillionaires?\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe\\none word of it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Miss Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can see\\nfrom their clothes they ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much. That oldest girl\\nlooks exactly like a school teacher.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho can have told that man about us?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace,\\nin a whisper to Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly not I,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, laughing. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have\\ngot a good send-off as an heiress and now the fortune^\\nhunters will swarm about you like flies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe performance was begun by the magnetic girl from\\nGeorgia who softly glided to the middle of the floor,\\nslim, shy, blushing beneath the eyes fixed upon her.\\nThe Arkansaw Strong Girl stepped to the side of the\\nlittle Magnet.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Horton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, \u00e2\u0080\u009csee if you can lift\\nMiss Magnolia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Arkansaw Strong Girl lifted the slim Georgia\\ngirl as easily as she would have lifted a kitten. She\\ncarried her back and forth two or three times, then set\\nher down and the two girls stood side by side, as strongly\\ncontrasting each other as two young women possibly\\ncould.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, with a deep roll of voice\\nthat carried conviction wherever it reached, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\n75\\nMagnetic Magnolia possesses the curious, and I may\\nsay the unrivalled, power of putting on and off at will\\nthat strange and subtle fluid called magnetism 1 At\\npresent, not having put on the fluid, she can be handled\\neasily by Miss Horton or by any one of ordinary\\nstrength. But observe the difference when in her mag\u00c2\u00ac\\nnetic state. Proceed, Miss Magnolia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe process of insulation seemed simple; all the girl\\nI seemed to do was to stand still a moment as if collecting\\nher thoughts; then a faint shudder crept over her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cReady?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the manager. The Magnet nodded\\nher head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mr. Blower, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Horton will try\\nto lift the magnet from the floor; proceed, Miss Horton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Arkansaw Strong Girl placed her shapely hands\\nunder the slim girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms and tried, or appeared to try,\\nto lift her; the slim girl stood like a post.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPut out all your strength, Miss Horton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMiss Horton appeared to do her best. The veins in\\nher Juno-like neck swelled, her face flushed but the\\nlittle, slim girl stood as firm as an iron post driven deep\\nin the earth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know I could lift that little thing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Miss Packer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course you could,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented Mr. Montrose Mor\u00c2\u00ac\\nton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all a trick, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery clever,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGetting money under false pretenses, I call it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nthe little electric belt drummer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve a mind to expose\\n_\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\nem.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d encouraged Rhett, glancing over his shoulder\\nat the bagman who seemed to have a personal spite at\\nthe manager as well as at Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bet,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the drummer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe fellow won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let any\\noutsider try to lift that little thing. He knows it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dead\\neasy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Arkansaw Strong Girl was still struggling to lift\\nthe human magnet. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you do it, Miss Horton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Mr. Blower, with a proud smile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be done,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the Strong Girl in the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "76\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nstrong sonorous tones of the backwoods of the West.\\nEverybody stared; it was the first time they had heard\\nher voice and somehow it seemed as strange to them\\nas if a goddess had spoken in vulgar English.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStuff and nonsense/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 muttered the traveling man.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAny fool knows that giantess can swing that little girl\\naround with one finger if she really wanted to.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Arkansaw Strong Girl gave him a glance of calm,\\ngoddesslike scorn. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMebbe the gentleman can do it\\nhimself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said with a grand indifference that put\\nthe little drummer on his mettle.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI guess I can, dead easy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he replied.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cKindly try it, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower softly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo try,\\nsir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe little drummer stepped forward, put one arm\\naround the magnet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist and tried to lift her from the\\nfloor. To his surprise her feet did not move a hair\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbreadth; then he took a fresh grip with both hands.\\nHis face turned red, he tugged and pulled, but to no\\npurpose. Finally when quite out of breath, he stood\\nstill panting and eying the girl angrily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a trick in it somewhere,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said\\nmopping his face. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a trick and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nbet I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m the man to get at it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With that he began\\nagain, so roughly that the manager cried out sharply,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hurt the girl. I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have her rudely treated.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got her feet fastened to the floor,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the\\nfellow, sulkily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Magnolia,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, \u00e2\u0080\u009ckindly move a few\\nfeet and let the gentleman see that you are not rooted\\nto the spot.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe girl moved and the little drummer, taking a long\\nlook at the slim form, went at it again, but he only\\ngrew redder in the face and still more out of breath.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s some trick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said gloomily, as he\\nwiped his perspiring forehead.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGentlemen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, triumphantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009con the\\nhonor of a showman it is no trick, but a powerful,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\n71\\nmysterious magnetic force. Any of you can try for\\nyourselves.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMagnetic nonsense!\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the traveling man.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a fraud. He wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be allowed to get money\\nin my State under such rank false pretenses.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is your State, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mr. Blower, suavely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe great State of Massachusetts, the Old Bay State,\\nsir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, indeed? Massachusetts? I had the pleasure of\\nexhibiting my Prodigies in Boston last year. We had\\na very successful season there, sir. The magnetic Mag\u00c2\u00ac\\nnolia was a universal favorite. And so was the Arkansaw\\nStrong Girl. How many offers of marriage did you get\\nin Boston, Miss Horton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Juno-like girl from Arkansaw smiled, showing a\\nset of unrivalled white teeth, but she disdained to reply.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mr. Blower, eyeing the little drum\u00c2\u00ac\\nmer good-humoredly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI guess you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re about the strong\u00c2\u00ac\\nest man present. Miss Magnolia is the smallest lady.\\nWhat will you bet she can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t drive you around this saloon\\nwith her little finger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTen to one! Stake your money,\u00e2\u0080\u009d promptly cried the\\ndoubting drummer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll right, and the winnings to gO to the Sailors\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nFund.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe money was placed with Lord Apohaqui, then\\nBlower called for a chair and requested the drummer\\nto be seated. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Magnolia, try your powers. Are\\nyou in good condition?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered the little Magnet shyly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll right. See if you can lift the gentleman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMiss Magnolia clutched one of the chair rungs with\\nher little right hand and lifted it with the drummer on\\nthe seat about eight inches from the floor, then let it\\ndrop with a bang so sudden that its occupant tumbled\\nout on the floor on his all fours. Everybody laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the Magnetic Girl in an apologetic tone,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthe chair slipped. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do better next time. Get on\\nagain, sir. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll set you up on top of the piano.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "78\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nThe drummer scrambled to his feet and refused to\\nsit on the chair again. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a trick/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he muttered.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got a confederate concealed somewhere.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Magnolia,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the manager in great good\\nhumor, \u00e2\u0080\u009csince the gentleman doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wish the chair ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nercise again, perhaps you will be good enough to lead\\nhim around the saloon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be blowed if she does,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the drummer, start\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to make off; but the Magnet pointed her finger at\\nhim and he stood still.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let her get away with you like that, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nMr. Blower. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let a little girl like that hold you.\\nGo on, sir! Take your place among the audience. Do,\\nsir! Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind that little girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s finger, it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so very little.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe drummer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s desperate efforts to escape, and the\\nMagnet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s little finger controlling him like a magic wand,\\nwere both so ridiculous that everybody roared with\\nlaughter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, well,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, pityingly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s treat\u00c2\u00ac\\ning you badly, sir. Now do, Miss Magnolia, drop your\\nfinger and let the gentleman return to his seat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMiss Magnolia, however, walked round and round the\\nsaloon, beckoning with her little finger to the drummer\\nto follow; and follow he did amid roars of laughter.\\nAfter one or two circuits the girl motioned to the center\\nof the room and there he stood.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, well, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Blower, compassionately,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009ccan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you break away? Try, sir. Exert yourself, do.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let her trot you about in that way! Brace your\u00c2\u00ac\\nself firmly on your feet! Look her in the eye! That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nit. Now you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got her!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus encouraged, the victim planted himself firmly on\\nthe floor, his feet half-a-yard apart, and glared at the\\nslim little magnetic girl with a resolve so desperate and\\nangry that everybody again broke into a laugh. Gassa-\\nway clapped his hands and shouted, \u00e2\u0080\u009cHurrah for the\\nGeorgia girl!\u00e2\u0080\u009d The Magnet stole shyly up to her un\u00c2\u00ac\\nwilling slave, laid the rosy tip of her little forefinger on\\nhis shoulder and back he went despite the most furious", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "MR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES 79\\nstruggles to stand still; back he went, all around the\\nsaloon.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy! my!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Blower in a deprecating voice. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy\\ndo you submit to such a little creature? Why don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou exert your strength? Brace up! do brace up!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe audience was convulsed with laughter. The vic\u00c2\u00ac\\ntim was furious; indeed, his anger was so great, his\\nstruggle to resist so apparent, many thought he was only\\nacting a part.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, when finally the electric belt\\ndrummer was released from the Little Magnet\u00e2\u0080\u0099s power,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cconfess, are you not one of Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s set?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course he is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\nsee Blower wink at him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWink, the devil!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the irate drummer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe d-est fraud I ever saw in all my life.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJust then the Strong Girl, catching a look of scorn\u00c2\u00ac\\nful skepticism in his eyes, stretched out her hand,\\nclutched the little drummer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist band and before he\\nhad time to realize it she whirled him above her head,\\nhis arms and legs sprawling wildly in the air. The little\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s intense rage and violent but futile resistance were\\nso comic that the suspicion that he was a confederate\\nwas loudly proclaimed, in spite of the wretched fellow\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nindignant protest.\\nOne after the other of the \u00e2\u0080\u009cProdigies\u00e2\u0080\u009d came forward.\\nThe girl who hid herself in her hair was of course the\\nwonder of the Jadies. A committee examined the hair\\nand the head to see if the two belonged, naturally, to\\neach other. The hair was pulled to see if it could be\\ndetached, the scalp was critically eyed and when all was\\npronounced genuine, the girl stood in the center of the\\nsaloon, shook out her mass of chestnut hair and really\\ndid hide herself completely underneath its flowing folds,\\nso that she looked like a small hay stack.\\nNext^Mr. Blower introduced Jake Nye, the champion\\nlaugher* of the world. The man looked not only as if\\nhe had never laughed in his life, but as if he could not\\neven smile. He was tall, lank, cadaverous, his jaws", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "80\\nMR. BLOWER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S PRODIGIES\\nwere leathern and hollow, his eyes deep set and small,\\nhis whole aspect was dismal, to the extreme.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Nye,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, addressing the Prodigy,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cplease favor us with a laugh, not one of your strongest\\nspecimens\u00e2\u0080\u0094the saloon is too small. A large sized laugh\\nmight have an unfavorable effect on the motion of the\\nship. A third-class laugh will do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe laugher began to open his mouth; it was a slow,\\ndeliberate operation. The laugh began as Mr. Blower\\nrequested with a moderate sound but wider and wider\\nopened the mouth and louder and louder came out the\\nlaugh until the man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face seemed to become all mouth,\\nand the sound issuing thence seemed to fill all space.\\nAt first people stared, then they stopped their ears and\\ngazed awe-struck at the curious Prodigy. Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\neyes twinkled with delight.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord, ladies and gents,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is Mr.\\nNye\u00e2\u0080\u0099s third-class specimen. In a large hall he would\\ndisdain to call this a laugh. Mr. Nye\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first-class efforts\\nare something unique, but a first-class laugh in a third-\\nclass room\u00e2\u0080\u0094really it wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be safe, there\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be an ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplosion and the woodwork would be torn and splintered.\\nAnd with this hearty laugh, my lord, ladies and gentle\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen, let us close the show. It is late. Many thanks,\\nand good-night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER IX.\\nLADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS.\\nBefore the Etruria\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voyage ended, Lord Apohaqui had\\nmany misgivings as to- whether Grace possessed that\\nplastic nature which might be moulded into English\\ngood form. Notwithstanding this drawback, he did not\\nrelinquish the idea of making her his wife; in fact he\\ndiscovered to his dismay that it would go hard with\\nhim tO give her up. Her beauty was something extra\u00c2\u00ac\\nordinary and beauty is power, especially when combined\\nwith wealth and social station. She had the wealth;\\nhe could give her the social station. In one of his con\u00c2\u00ac\\nversations with the Barton family he expressed a desire\\nto have them visit his country seat. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNot that it is any\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing grand,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut Falmouth is in a pretty bit\\nof country, and you might like to see how they built\\nhouses three hundred years ago. It has been in our\\nfamily since 1595.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c1595?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe never have seen a house\\nthat old. America was filled with Indians when your\\nhouse was built, and the few white people in our country\\nhad to live in forts to keep from being scalped.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt will be quite an experience for the girls to see such\\nan old house,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have never been out of America before?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNever before the day this ship sailed out of New\\nYork,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace gaily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Lord Apohaqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cafter you have\\nseen ruins three thousand years old you will think Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nlish houses quite modern.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have plenty of old ruins in our own country,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasserted Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cruins ever so many thousand years old.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIndeed? I did not know America had ruins.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, of an unknown people, the mound makers and\\n81", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "82 LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS\\nthe Cliff Dwellers. Many strange relics have been dis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncovered in their mounds and cliff houses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery interesting,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, although in\\ntruth he took not the slightest interest in American\\nantiquities. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe old castle I will show you is rather\\nrickety, still we have a few rooms that are habitable.\\nMy mother is now in London and will be happy to chap\u00c2\u00ac\\nerone you down for a few days.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOn his arriving in London, as soon as he had seen\\nthe Bartons safe to the Metropole hotel, Lord Apohaqui\\nsought his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s apartments on Great Barrington\\nSquare.\\nIt often happens that first sons, heirs to English titles,\\nhave an overweening estimate of their own importance\\nand in consequence come to feel themselves the natural\\nsuperiors of the other members of the family. From\\nearliest infancy the first son is made conscious of the\\nfact that everything is for him; his is the title, his the\\nestate, his the high honors without the least effort to\\nwin them. Younger brothers and sisters know that some\\nday they will have to pack up, bag and baggage, and\\nleave their ancestral home as unceremoniously as an im\u00c2\u00ac\\npecunious guest is made to leave an hotel. Even the\\nmother who bore him knows that her station is inferior\\nto his. Mother and brothers and sisters are all mere\\nsojourners in the family castle. What wonder then that\\neldest sons too often become puffed up with the idea\\nof their own superiority? What wonder that they show\\ntoo scant respect and affection to mothers and brothers\\nand sisters?\\nLord Apohaqui was njot naturally hard or unfeeling.\\nHad he been bom a plain, untitled man, doubtless he\\nwould have been as good if not better than the average\\nspecimen of manhood. He loved his mother, but, like\\na Turk, he was somewhat ashamed to show affection for\\na creature not born his equal. His naturally kind nature\\nhad remained dwarfed through the unnatural position of\\nsuperiority to which he had been born.\\nIt was not yet the first of June, and the air was a", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS 83\\ntrifle sharp. Lord Apohaqui stood with his back to a\\nglowing fire, his hands under his coat tails, enjoying\\nthe warmth after his drive from the Metropole to his\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s apartments on Great Barrington Square. His\\neyes were fixed on a picture that hung on the opposite\\nwall, painted years ago when the original was in the full\\nbloom of her proud beauty.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe American girl,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he mused, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis fully as beautiful,\\nthough of course not so grand looking. What will she\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2say of Grace Barton I wonder? A year\u00e2\u0080\u0099s training under\\nmy mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s care would make her the equal of any\\nDuchess in the kingdom\u00e2\u0080\u0094that is if she will only take\\nthe training.\u00e2\u0080\u009d At this moment the door opened and the\\noriginal of the portrait entered arrayed in hat and gloves\\nand semi-evening dress. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, you have come at last?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Lord Apohaqui stepping forward and pressing his\\nlips to his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheeks.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lady Apohaqui, laying her hat on\\nthe table and beginning to remove her gloves. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI was\\nat Lady Critten\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. Have you waited long?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSince five o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock; it is now nearly six.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sorry. You should have sent me word. I did\\nnot know you were coming.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course not. I did not know myself. We only\\ngot in at two.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGot in where?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharing Cross Station. The steamer threw her\\nanchor at nine this morning; rather late, still I managed\\nto catch the Liverpool Flyer, so here I am. You knew\\nI had been in America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I knew,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lady Apohaqui, tossing her\\ngloves on the table by the hat and seating herself in a\\nbig Turkish chair. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI knew, but no thanks to you. Mr.\\nAlonzo Wookey came to ask about you; he said he had\\nnot had a word from you since you left. You may\\nimagine how pleasant it: was for me to be obliged to\\nsay that I did not even know you had gone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just like that fool Wookey! Why couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "84 LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS\\nhe hold his tongue? Did he think I meant to cut and\\nrun?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen you owe Wookey also?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said his mother, coldly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, but that is no reason why he should think\\nI meant to clear out. Did he tell you why I had gone\\nto America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly not. When he found you had kept it secret\\nfrom me he pretended it was all a mistake\u00e2\u0080\u0094said you\\nwere merely joking when you mentioned America to\\nhim and were probably having a lark in Paris.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI repeat it, Wookey is a fool. Why the deuce should\\nhe think I meant to keep it a secret from you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis supposition was quite natural,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lady\\nApohaqui, dryly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you did not mean to keep it a\\nsecret, why was it kept a secret?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t time to tell. I left suddenly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt must have been sudden indeed\u00e2\u0080\u0094as sudden as your\\nreturn. You have not been away six weeks. You have\\nrun through your money; you pay no debts. Do you\\nnot know that these erratic trips cost pretty sums? It\\nseems to me, Charles, as if your last shred of common\\nsense has departed. Where will your folly end?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn marriage to an American heiress if you will only\\ngive me a lift, mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo that is your game, is it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, that is my game. You said I must marry money.\\nIf possible I would like the money I marry annexed to\\na young and pretty girl. My run to America was on\\nbusiness.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have done so many foolish things, Charles, I\\nnaturally thought this American jaunt-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I admit all the folly charged; but you know,\\nmother, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t love Yankees enough to travel among\\nthem merely for pleasure; I was in search of an heiress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHave you found her?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have found her\u00e2\u0080\u0094young, lovely, rich; but I need\\na lift to go in and win.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour \u00e2\u0080\u0098lift\u00e2\u0080\u0099 means money?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS 85\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course. You know what straits I am in. If I\\nsucceed you will never be bothered by me again.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI forestalled two quarters\u00e2\u0080\u0099 allowance for you once\\nbefore,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lady Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, two years ago. You\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve done precious little for\\nme since. If it hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t been for Alonzo Wookey I should\u00c2\u00ac\\nn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have been able to go to New York. I owed him three\\nthousand pounds then and to make it five he loaned me\\ntwo more.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat a fool he must be!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOn the contrary, he showed pretty shrewd sense, in\\nthis case. He threw the last two thousand to get back\\nthe first three. I expect you to be as wise as Wookey.\\nI owe you \u00c2\u00a31,500. I must have \u00c2\u00a31,000 more or my chance\\nis gone. Stand by me and you will get back every shilling\\nI owe you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor a moment Lady Apohaqui gazed at her son in\\nsilence. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know my resolve,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf I\\nthought you really capable of being helped I would\\nagain pinch myself to help you, but I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t throw my\\nmoney into a sieve.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLeaving this fling unheeded, Lord Apohaqui pro\u00c2\u00ac\\nceeded to relate what he knew about the Bartons and the\\nrelations with them which he had succeeded in establish\u00c2\u00ac\\ning aboard the Etruria. Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s interest in\u00c2\u00ac\\ncreased as her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s narrative progressed. When he\\nconcluded by stating that he had left the Barton family\\nat the Metropole, she leaned back in her chair to think\\nthe situation over.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like American girls,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said finally. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\\nare too forward, too aggressive.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is certainly a drawback,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented her son, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut\\nwe cannot expect perfection and money too. This girl\\nis young enough to become Anglicized if you will only\\ntake her under your wing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSome Americans are incapable of ever acquiring good\\nform,\u00e2\u0080\u009d observed the Countess. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI read a book by one\\nof those people, a book by a man named Henry Jones\\nor James or some such name. The Duchess of Bar-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "86 LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS\\nborough got it when Lord Defreese, her third son, was\\nabout to marry an American. The Duchess wanted to\\nsee what American girls are like; I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t understand\\nhow she ever consented to Lord Defreese\u00e2\u0080\u0099s marriage\\nafter reading that book.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe novel\u00e2\u0080\u0094it is a novel\u00e2\u0080\u0094shows so plainly how vul\u00c2\u00ac\\ngar and loud American girls are. The American heroine\\ndoes all sorts of terrible things, boating and driving and\\npromenading at midnight in the Coliseum with Italian\\nadventurers. And Jones or James, or whoever the\\nauthor is, says that is the way all American girls behave.\\nAs the author is an American, I suppose he knows.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the use rubbing it in on a fellow in this\\nway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d testily asked Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course I know\\nAmerican girls are not reared like the English. They\\nhave never been taught what we call good form. I dare\\nsay they despise it, republicans naturally do; but a man\\nwould rather marry youth and beauty and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and money\\nthan all the good form England ever saw.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA woman wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted the Countess.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know. You women attach more weight to manners\\nthan to morals.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried his mother, reprovingly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, some of you do, you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t deny that. At\\nany rate, as I am to do the marrying I presume I may\\nbe allowed to do the choosing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you ask me to receive her, to take her about,\\nto introduce her into society. Think of my feelings\\nif she be one of those vulgar creatures. I am told that\\none day at dinner, Lord Defreese\u00e2\u0080\u0099s American wife actu\u00c2\u00ac\\nally asked for a toothpick. Think of it\u00e2\u0080\u0094a toothpick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLady Apohaqui shuddered at the dreadful recpllection.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have not seen anything so vulgar as tliat in Miss\\nBarton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s table manners,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said her son in all seriousness.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy seat was next to hers in the dining saloon. There\\nwas nothing unusual in her behavior.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps the girl was on her best behavior,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned\\nthe skeptical mother. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare say at home she picks", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS 87\\nHer teeth and eats peas with her knife. All Yankees\\ndo.\u00e2\u0080\u009d A shudder went over the aristocratic lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nshoulders.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton does not do that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned her son\\nwith so moody a countenance that his mother naturally\\nthought if he had not actually seen her eat peas with a\\nknife he had, at any rate, seen something equally as\\nill bred.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf it was not that, what was it? In what did she\\ndiffer from an English girl? I suppose she does differ?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDecidedly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow? I must know before I advance one step to\u00c2\u00ac\\nward seeing her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is so deuced independent. She takes care of\\nherself as though she were a bov\u00e2\u0080\u0094she was on deck,\\nday and night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo chaperone? A young girl on deck at night alone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099^ voice and manner indicated incredu\u00c2\u00ac\\nlous horror.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI saw her one night promenading with one of the\\nsecond-class passengers while her mother and sister were\\nin the saloon.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd you tell me she is a respectable character?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked the lady in an awed whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the least doubt as to her respectability.\\nThat i-s only the American way. You must see her and\\njudge for yourself. And if it is to be a go, you must\\nhelp me mould her into good form. She is young\\nenough to forget that America even exists.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said his mother, with the air of one mak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a great sacrifice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall do anything in reason to\\npull you out of the hole you are in. If you really mean\\nto marry the girl I shall see her and if she is plastic we\\nmay polish her and make her passable.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 When the matter\\nis settled I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll present her at Court, that will bring her\\nat once into society. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s quite a fad, these days, to take\\nup Americans.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen it was settled that Lady Apohaqui should call\\non the Bartons and invite them for a day or two to", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "88 LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS\\nFalmouth. That will give us a chance to get ac\u00c2\u00ac\\nquainted,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said her son.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut think of the condition of Falmouth, almost in\\nruins.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is exactly what they will like to see\u00e2\u0080\u0094ruins. The\\nwest wing is habitable. A house like Falmouth, even\\nthough half in ruins, is a big thing to Americans; it is\\nold and they have no old houses over there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe next afternoon Lady Apohaqui and her son drove\\nto the Metro-pole and sent their cards \u00e2\u0080\u009cto the American\\nfamily, the Bartons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Word was brought back that\\nthe ladies would be down in a moment. The moment\\nwas a long one.\\nAt last they heard the sound of silken skirts and Lord\\nApohaqui rose to greet\u00e2\u0080\u0094Miss Lobelia Packer, who\\nbounced in with a gushing little giggle.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, Lord Apohaqui!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cried, putting out her\\nhand, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow awfully good of you to come so soon to\\nsee us! Mamma will be down in a minute and delighted\\nto see you, and so glad to know your mother. Lady\\nApohaqui, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m so happy to meet you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Seizing the\\nlady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand she pressed it warmly between both of hers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope you are quite well, my lady. Lord Apohaqui\\ndid not tell us he meant to bring you or we would have\\nbeen ready to come right down without keeping you\\nwaiting. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a delightful surprise. Nobody but you\\nEnglish lords would do such nice things\u00e2\u0080\u0094so out of the\\ncommon, I am sure.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMiss Packer smiled archly and shook her head at the\\nEnglishman in a way that made cold shivers creep up\\nLady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spine. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHas Charles taken leave of\\nhis senses?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she silently but sternly asked herself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\\nbig, bouncing, chambermaid creature! Train her into\\ngood form? I would as soon train an elephant!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very good of you to say all this,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord\\nApohaqui, supposing the young woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s presence in\\nthe drawing-room merely accidental and not wishing\\nto be rude. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope your mother is quite well?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, mamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right. She is never sick. I was", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS 89\\nin the corridor when I met the bell boy with your cards\\nand so I ran right up and showed them. to mamma, and\\nshe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be down in a minute. Mamma will be delighted\\nto make your acquaintance, Lady Apohaqui. Mamma\\nis very fond of aristocracy, in fact the main reason we\\ncame over to Europe is to see the aristocracy. You\\nknow we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got any real titled people with us,\\nexcept colonels, majors and judges; of course, they\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t count alongside of lords and dukes and princes.\\nMa and I are just wild to see the dear Prince of Wales,\\nwe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve heard so much about him. I will run up and see\\nwhy ma don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this Miss Packer bounced herself off, and Lord\\nApohaqui rang the bell with great energy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood heavens, Charles!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried his mother, rising to\\nher feet, \u00e2\u0080\u009care you demented? How could you dare\\nbring me here to see that creature?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment the bell boy entered and Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui entrusted him with two cards and urged him to\\nmake no more mistakes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe daughter is enough\u00e2\u0080\u0094and too much,\u00e2\u0080\u009d haughtily\\nsaid the lady. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not care to see the mother. Let\\nus go at once before they come.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSit down,\u00e2\u0080\u009d commanded her son in a vexed, imperative\\ntone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you see the boy made a mistake? He\\ngave our cards to the wrong woman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s an American.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour maid is an Englishwoman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy that do you mean to say there is as much differ\u00c2\u00ac\\nence between Miss Barton and that girl as there is be\u00c2\u00ac\\ntween me and my maid?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI mean just that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the young peer, and his\\nmother resumed her seat just in time to see Miss Packer\\nre-enter with her mother gorgeously arrayed in the\\nstiffest of purple silks almost covered with passementerie\\nof a golden hue.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSorry to keep you waiting, marm, and you too, Lord\\nApohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, after the presentation had", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "90 LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTON S\\nbeen accomplished by her daughter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI really couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nget into my clothes sooner. You see, I had just come\\nfrom a bath and you know how it is yourself-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPray, madam/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 interrupted Lady Apohaqui with icy\\npoliteness, \u00e2\u0080\u009cpray do not trouble yourself tO make an\\napology. We called to see Mrs. Barton and her daugh\u00c2\u00ac\\nters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added Lord Apohaqui, with the good-natured\\nintention of being as polite as possible. \u00e2\u0080\u009cUntil we saw\\nMiss Packer we did not know that you were at the\\nMetropole.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou want to see those peo\u00c2\u00ac\\nple from Alabama? Well, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m surprised to hear they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re\\nhere. I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think they\u00e2\u0080\u0099d put up at such an expensive\\nhotel. Anybody can see from the way they dress that\\nthey are not used to first-class places. Didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think\\nso-, Lord Apohaqui? You saw how common they\\ndressed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBefore Lord Apohaqui replied Miss Barton came in,\\nand Lady Apohaqui thawed at once; the simple dress,\\nthe quiet grace, the refined beauty of the young Alabama\\ngirl made an extremely pleasing impression. As soon\\nas Mrs. Packer realized that a mistake had been made\\nshe shrewdly determined to put the best possible face on\\nthe matter. The mistake was gall and wormwood to\\nher but the gall and the wormwood would be more\\nbitter were the mistake known to the Bartons; so she\\nsmiled as she arose to her feet and shook hands with\\nLady Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099re so charmed to meet you, marm,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Packer\\nbegan, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so good of Lord Apohaqui to bring\\nyou. Your son was a favorite with every one on the\\nship. Good afternoon, my lord. Lobelia and I have\\nan engagement, so sorry to leave you. Come, Lobelia!\\nGood afternoon, Miss Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this the two resplendent Chicagoans sailed out\\nwith smiling faces but hearts boiling with rage.\\nLady Apohaqui smiled graciously upon Grace Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am indeed charmed to see you*", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m Jenny, mum, my lord told me to wait on your ladyship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "LADY APOHAQUI CALLS ON THE BARTONS 91\\nthe more so as your coming relieves me of a serious\\nalarm that had come upon me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn alarm?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace with puzzled look.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, my son had told me ot a lovely American girl\\nwhom he met on the ship coming from America. We\\nsent up our cards and then in came that elephantine\\nyoung person who just left us. She imagined we called\\nto see her and I thought she was the girl my son had\\ndescribed as lovely! Do you wonder I thought him\\nsuddenly stricken with lunacy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace hardly knew what to say; she felt that a com\u00c2\u00ac\\npliment was intended. She blushed prettily as she re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmarked that \u00e2\u0080\u009csome people on the ship thought Miss\\nPacker a very fine looking young lady.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI detest what people call fine looking women,\u00e2\u0080\u009d re\u00c2\u00ac\\nplied the lady with an amiable smile; \u00e2\u0080\u009cthey always look\\nlike housemaids.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSoon Mrs. Barton and Clara came in and it was not\\nlong before Lord Apohaqui perceived that they were\\nalso creating a favorable impression on his mother.\\nThen the visit to Falmouth was proposed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is very kind of you to think of us,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nBarton as placidly as though she were accustomed all\\nher life to receive such invitations. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf the girls have\\nno other engagement we will accept with pleasure.\\nGrace, do you think we can go?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace said yes, and Clara added that of all things\\nshe wished to see an old English country place. And\\nso the matter was settled.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER X.\\nLORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE.\\nThe British Museum is a center of attraction to tour\u00c2\u00ac\\nists but it is no longer in the fashionable quarter of\\nLondon. The squares and streets in the vicinity of this\\ngreat pile are now given up to boarding houses. In\\none of these houses on Montague Place, just back of\\nthe Museum\u00e2\u0080\u0094the same little place where lived Mr. Pick\u00c2\u00ac\\nwick\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0094comfortable and inexpensive quarters\\nwere secured by Rhett Calhoun and the author of the\\nembryo \u00e2\u0080\u009cG. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u009d As soon as they were settled, Mr.\\nGassaway started off to explore the \u00e2\u0080\u009cseamy\u00e2\u0080\u009d side of\\nLondon life. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe writer of the genuine G. A. N.,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmust get down among the people, where he\\ncan absorb their spirit and atmosphere!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Accordingly,\\nhe lost no time in setting forth for Houndsditeh and\\nWhitechapel. Rhett found the people about him inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nesting enough and spent his first morning in London\\nin the sitting room of Mrs. Ruggles\u00e2\u0080\u0099 house on Montague\\nplace. Mrs. Ruggles numbered among her guests a\\ndark Mahomedan from Hindoostau, Signorina Della\\nPlata, a concert singer, Mrs. Maraton, a little, worn,\\ngray-haired old lady, Monsieur Farbleau, a French-\\nteacher, and a florid man with chop whiskers, a noisy\\nlaugh, and a ditto suit of tweed clothing.\\nMrs. Maraton, the gray-haired little woman, forlorn\\nand friendless, sat in Mrs. Ruggles\u00e2\u0080\u0099 parlor to avoid the\\nsolitude of her own apartment. The widow of an officer\\nwho had died in India, her rather meager pension\\ndoomed her to live in plebeian Montague Place; but in\\nimagination, Mrs. Maraton dwelt among the nobility.\\nShe was never without \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Court Journal\u00e2\u0080\u009d; she never\\nfailed to discuss royalty when she found any one good\\nenough to listen to her; and she was better posted than\\n(92)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 93\\nthe Queen herself as to the daily movements of the\\naristocracy, as to who was the guest of the Duke of\\nthis, who was with Lord that at Monte Carlo, or who\\nwas going with the Earl of on his next yachting\\ntrip. Partly from compassion, partly from interest, Rhett\\nwalked over to the fireplace where the old lady sat, Court\\nJournal in hand, and engaged her in conversation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the old lady in response to a remark\\nfrom Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou Americans have no Court Journal?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett, smiling, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe have not that\\ngood fortune.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat a pity! English people could not get along\\nwithout the Court Journal.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSut, madam, we have no Court.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is true, I had forgotten that; but you ought\\nto have one. The influence is so refining! You will\\nfind all about the Queen and the Princes on the second\\npage. We are devoted to the Royal family.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTurning to the second page of the Journal which\\nMrs. Maraton handed him, Rhett read as follows:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Queen drove out yesterday accompanied by their\\nRoyal Highnesses Princess Beatrice and the Prince of\\nBattenberg.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Prince and Princess of Wales, accompanied by\\nthe Princesses Maude and Victoria, proceeded yesterday\\nto Kensington.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Prince and Princess Christian visited Windsor\\nyesterday.\u00e2\u0080\u009d c\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Duke and Duchess of Fife leave London to-day\\nfor Duff House.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cH. R. H. Prince George of Greece left town yester\u00c2\u00ac\\nday on a visit to H. R. H. the Prince of Wales.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere were columns of similar notices. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIsn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlightful?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the nice old lady.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cImmensely so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett with gravity; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI saw\\nthe same important items in yesterday\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u0098Times\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, all the daily papers tell about our Royal family,\\nbut it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so much nicer to read it in the Court Journal.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "94 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery much nicer/ agreed Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is not so com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmon/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the old lady cried out, highly pleased.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Court Journal is the most exclusive paper in the\\nworld. Americans do not always comprehend these\\nthings; I am so glad you see them; and Mr. Calhoun,\\nif you will give me your address I will send, once in a\\nwhile, a copy of the Court Journal to your home in\\nAmerica. It has such a refining influence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Mrs. Maraton arose with her Court Journal\\nand tiptoed herself out of the room, the florid man with\\nthe tweed suit and the mutton chop whiskers came over\\nto Rhett and congratulated him on being rid of the \u00e2\u0080\u009cold\\nbore\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have found Mrs. Maraton very interesting,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nRhett with dignity.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour interest won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t last long,\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted the florid\\nman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s always the same 1 \u00e2\u0080\u0094always harping on her\\nCourt Journal\u00e2\u0080\u0094it gets to be deuced tiresome.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then\\nsinking his voice to a whisper he added in a mysterious\\nway, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a reason for me being hot, that others\\nhaven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe florid man looked about the room to see that\\nno one was within earshot before he whispered, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ncame here on purpose to get away from Royalty; so\\nnaturally it makes me mad to hear that old woman al\u00c2\u00ac\\nways talking about the aristocracy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett stared at the speaker, who seemed quite satis\u00c2\u00ac\\nfied with the surprise he excited.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA young fellow like you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued the florid man,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cmust know how deuced monotonous the upper circles\\nget. I am Lord Bunger, of Wendham Castle, so I know\\nwhat I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m talking about. The Nobility live half the time\\nin a strait-jacket of form and ceremony.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI see\u00e2\u0080\u0094I see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, a little doubtfully, but\\npolitely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSo you are in reality a lord?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cH\u00e2\u0080\u0094sh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted the florid man, glancing around", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 95\\nto see if they were overheard. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCall me Mr. Bunger\\nhere. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m going it incog, at Mrs. Ruggles.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was about to say, Mr. Bunger,\u00e2\u0080\u009d resumed Rhett,\\naccepting the suggestion, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I can easily see how any\\none would want to jump out of a strait-jacket. Were\\nI an aristocrat living in a strait-jacket of ceremony, I\\nshould certainly get out as quickly as I could.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo be sure, and that is why I confide in you. Being\\nan American you understand my feelings. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s awfully\\njolly, going it incog., I do just as I please and let the\\nupper set go to the devil.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFrom English novels Rhett had received the idea\\nthat, as a rule, the English nobles are well-bred gentle\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen; the only live lord he had ever seen was Lord\\nApohaqui and his appearance and manners certainly\\nagreed with the American idea of the way a gentleman\\nshould appear and act. These preconceived opinions\\nwere rudely disturbed by the appearance and manners\\nof Lord Bunger who, Rhett thought, looked more like\\na butler or a footman than the hereditary owner of a\\ncastle and a title. However, Rhett reflected that, al\u00c2\u00ac\\nthough most lords are gentlemen, exceptions are possi\u00c2\u00ac\\nble. Some of the titled characters in Trollope\u00e2\u0080\u0099s novels\\nrepresent noblemen who have no conception of what\\nthe word gentleman means; a more despicable creature\\ncould hardly exist than the lord whom Trollope pictures\\nin \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs He Pop enjoy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLords don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go it incog, in America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nlishman, looking at Rhett with a satisfied chuckle.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo. We have no lords in America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I forgot. America is a beastly republic where\\na butcher and a butler are as good as a lord. We could\u00c2\u00ac\\nn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stand that in England. It would turn our blooming\\nisland upside down!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDuring the next two or three days, Rhett saw much\\nof this florid gentleman, who seemed never to weary\\ntalking of his high rank and the grandeur of his ancestral\\ncastles. One evening, after giving a description of Wend-\\nham Castle for perhaps the tenth time, Lord Bunger", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "96 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\ndeclared he was becoming tired of London and had a\\nmind to run down to one of his country estates. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow\\nwould you like to go with me, Mr. Calhoun? You\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\nsee a bit of pretty country, and Wendham, though it\\nisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in the best condition, is an historic old place\u00e2\u0080\u0094very\\ndifferent from your new houses in America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett had felt all along that Bunger was a fraud; but\\nwould a fraud extend an invitation the acceptance of\\nwhich would inevitably expose his deception? \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf he is\\na lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009che is a queer one; if not a lord,\\nwhat does he mean by inviting me down to his castle?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFinally, and just to satisfy his curiosity, Rhett ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncepted Lord Hunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s invitation, and it was arranged\\nthat Mr. Gassaway should be included in the party. The\\ndate for the trip was postponed until the following Sat\u00c2\u00ac\\nurday to give Rhett time to carry out a plan already\\nmade of visiting Windsor Castle. When Rhett men\u00c2\u00ac\\ntioned the plan as his reason for desiring to postpone\\nthe trip, to his dismay Lord Bunger volunteered to ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncompany him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am heartily sick of Mrs. Ruggles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca day\u00e2\u0080\u0099s outing at Windsor will be jolly good\\nfun.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett did not wish to knock about in public with\\nthis ill-bred fellow 1 \u00e2\u0080\u0094that would be quite different from\\na trip with the man to his own castle. But having ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncepted BUnger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s invitation, how could he with good\\ngrace decline the proffer of his company to Windsor?\\nThe upshot was, they set forth together on the following\\nmorning.\\nWhile walking along the platform of the Paddington\\nStation looking for a vacant compartment, Rhett heard\\nthe sound of familiar voices and in a moment found\\nhimself face to face with the Bartons. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen we meet\\nlike this,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Miss Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cLondon seems quite small.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it is not small,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is tremendously\\nbig! And yet it sometimes seems as if everybody\\nwanted to go exactly to the same place you are bound\\nfor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, not everybody,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 97\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, at any rate, it looks as if all London is down\\nhere at Paddington Station. The train is. jammed, I\\nhave not been able to find a single vacant section.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow English you have become!\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAmericans don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind other people and do not insist\\non a whole section.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett looked at Grace with a solemn face but with\\na twinkle in his eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you see that man?\u00e2\u0080\u009d pointing\\nto Bunger who was some distance down the platform\\nbribing a guard to reserve a section. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am traveling\\nwith him to Windsor; he is a Nabob who doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like to\\nbe wedged in with the common herd. He insists on a\\nwhole section.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton had just remarked that her party was\\nalso on the way to ^Windsor, when Bunger came up.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have fixed the guard-\u00e2\u0080\u009d he began.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cExcuse me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthese ladies are\\nfriends of mine. I shall go with them and shall meet\\nyou at Windsor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe guard has secured me a compartment,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nLord Bunger, making an obeisance to the Bartons. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nam happy to offer you seats, ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, coldly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe will\\nnot intrude upon you. Rhett, do not bother about us,\\nwe can attend to ourselves.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment the guard called to passengers to\\ntake their places. There was no time to find a vacant\\ncompartment and before the Bartons realized it, in the\\nhurry and bustle Rhett had helped them into the section\\nwhich Lord Bunger had reserved. Scarcely had Rhett\\nand the nobleman taken their places when a commotion\\nwas heard on the platform. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou say that compart\u00c2\u00ac\\nment is reserved?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed a determined feminine\\nvoice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the guard.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, what of it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded the determined feminine\\nvoice. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe other sections are filled. Do you mean\\nto say that I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m not to go on this train? I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve bought a\\nticket with as good gold as anybody\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got in England!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "98 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\nUttering this breezy protest, the owner of the deter\u00c2\u00ac\\nmined voice (who was no other than Mrs. Packer of\\nChicago, and her daughter) climbed up into the com\u00c2\u00ac\\npartment; \u00e2\u0080\u009cDoes his lordship permit?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the guard,\\nlooking at Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plenty of room, Mrs. Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace,\\nmoving closer to her sister.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is all right, guard,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger politely,\\nand reached out to help the Packers in. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI perceive\\nyou are friends of my American friends, permit me to\\nintroduce myself, ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With that he gave each of the\\nChicago ladies a card on which was printed:\\nLord Bunger of Wendham,\\nWendham Castle, Wendhamshire.\\nThe Chicago woman flushed with pleasure. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDear\\nme!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad to make your ac\u00c2\u00ac\\nquaintance. Lobelia, let me introduce you to Lord\\nBunger. I am Mrs. Ford Packer of Chicago, my lord,\\nand this is my daughter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDaughter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the lord with a gallant grin. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBless\\nme, madam, if I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t take you to be sisters. Step\u00c2\u00ac\\ndaughter I suppose?\u00e2\u0080\u009d with a knowing wink first at the\\nmother, then at Miss Lobelia.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, indeed!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, delighted at such\\na compliment from such a source, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI do assure you,\\nLobelia is my own and only child, though I had one\\nother but he was drowned in the lake. That was two\\nyears ago, and it worried poor Packer so he took sick\\nand died too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, well,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwho\u00e2\u0080\u0099d have thought\\nit? You don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look a day over thirty!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThirty, you hear that, Lobelia? But I guess that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe way with you lords! I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m a good deal past thirty!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI should say she was,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Rhett to Grace;\\nthey were sitting by the window at the other end of the\\ncompartment.\\nThe train was crossing the Thames, and the turrets\\nand towers of Eton College stood out clearly in the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 99\\ncloudless noonday sky. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen the train reached Wind\u00c2\u00ac\\nsor the party drove up tO the Castle in two divisions,\\nMrs. Packer, Miss Lobelia and Lord Bunger in one\\ncarriage, Rhett and the three Barton ladies in another.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you know those people?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mrs. Packer as\\nher carriage drove off. Lord Bunger said he had met\\nMr. Calhoun at his \u00e2\u0080\u009chotel\u00e2\u0080\u009d; the Barton ladies he had\\nnever met before. \u00e2\u0080\u009cUmph,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, signifi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t imagine you would know much of\\nsuch people. They are not the sort you associate with,\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re Americans, ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, they are from America. I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t deny that, but\\nnot from our part of America. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099re from the South,\\nand you know, my lord, American Southerners are poor;\\nthey lost everything they had by their wicked rebellion.\\nWhy, that young man came over in the second-class,\\nand them ladies, though they did have rooms in our part\\nof the ship, were in the second cabin most of the time,\\nj They\u00e2\u0080\u0099re a common lot, anybody can see that\u00e2\u0080\u0094very\\ncommon indeed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me! You don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought all you Americans were rich.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSome Americans are,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, proudly;\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cmy husband made his pile; but every American hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ngot the sense Packer had. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find\\nin the whole South a man worth five millions and that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwhat Packer left when he died.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFive millions! The sum sounds large even to an\\nEnglish nobleman! Lord Bunger rolled the figures over\\nin his mind and wondered if she meant pounds sterling\\nor some foreign money not worth a penny, like the\\nPortuguese reis. When he looked at Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndazzling diamond ornaments, and when he recalled the\\nreputation Americans have for being fabulously rich, he\\nconcluded it was pounds the lady meant, and this con\u00c2\u00ac\\nclusion resulted in redoubled attentions to both mother\\nand daughter.\\nIn the meantime, as the other carriage bowled along,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "100 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\nRhett amused the Bartons by descriptions of the board\u00c2\u00ac\\ners at Mrs. Ruggles.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 cried Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdo let us take lodgings at\\nRuggles. I am sure that nice old lady with the Court\\nJournal must be charming.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd Lord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you\\ncount him charming?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes\u00e2\u0080\u0094at a distance.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe has invited me to run down with him Saturday\\nto his castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have been invited to a castle, too,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui wants us to spend a couple of days\\nat his place. We are going Monday.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought Lord Apohaqui was a bachelor,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett\\nin some consternation.\\nGrace smiled. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSo he is, but he has a mother and\\nshe goes down to receive us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHas Lady Apohaqui called on you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d persisted Rhett,\\nstill anxious lest the proprieties had not been fully com\u00c2\u00ac\\nplied with.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose we would go to Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhouse on his invitation, do you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do such things in America, and certainly shall\\nnot here. As to Lord Bunger, do you believe his absurd\\nstory? I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. He hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a castle any more than I\\nhave.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am rather doubtful about it myself, and that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the\\nmain reason why I go with him. I want to see how\\nhe will get out of his castle in the air.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat if your pretended lord inveigles you out of\\nsight and holds you for ransom.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat, play the brigand in England? No danger of\\nthat,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBrigandage in England would be no more absurd\\nthan that a man like your Bunger should be a gentle\u00c2\u00ac\\nman with an ancient castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen they stopped in front of the castle gate they\\nfound the first section of their party already engaged in\\nanimated controversy with the guard. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 101\\nus in!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Packer was exclaiming. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow is that, my\\nlord? Can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you arrange it? Lobelia and I have set\\nour hearts on seeing Her Majesty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s palace. Do try to\\nfix it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus appealed to, Lord Bunger looked very pompous\\nand asked the guard to summon his superior officer.\\nThis individual was in the gate lodge near by, but his\\ncoming did not mend matters.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery sorry, m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the sergeant, giving a mili\u00c2\u00ac\\ntary salute by touching the tips of his fingers to the\\nlittle pill box of a cap that was tied to the side of his\\nhead just over the left ear, \u00e2\u0080\u009cvery sorry, m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud, but orders\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be broke. Her Royal Majesty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in the castle and\\nwe couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pass the Prime Minister without special\\ncommand.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery well, my good man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord Bunger,\\nloftily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI understand and don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t blame you, though it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nprovoking, very. These ladies have come all the way\\nfrom America to see Her Majesty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Packer and Lobelia turned sadly away. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\nhad time,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d have written the\\nQueen, but my visit is quite impromptu and so there\\nwas no time to arrange matters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWould she have let us in if you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d written?\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 asked\\nMrs. Packer, anxiously.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course she would. The queen is awful proud,\\nbut the friends of the nobility are her friends and when\\nshe hears how you stood at her front gate, and the guard\\nnot letting you in, she won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind telling you she is\\nsorry that it all happened.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, Lord Bunger,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, tearfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ndo hope you will write to the Queen and let us come\\nsome other day. Lobelia and me don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to go back\\nto America without laying eyes on the Queen and see\u00c2\u00ac\\ning how the house is furnished inside.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhile the Bartons sat in their carriage awaiting the\\noutcome of Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s negotiations, to their aston\u00c2\u00ac\\nishment they saw a well-known figure approaching from\\nthe interior of the castle inclosure.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "I\\n102 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAs I live there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Blower!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Rhett.\\nEvery American eye turned toward the genial show\u00c2\u00ac\\nman who came down the gravel walk at a swinging gait\\nflourishing a slender cane in his hand, his face beaming,\\nhis whole demeanor as happy as though he himself were\\nthe lord and master of that magnificent castle.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHello, Blower!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow does it happen\\nyou are lucky enough to enter the grounds of this en\u00c2\u00ac\\nchanted castle? We can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t budge an inch beyond the\\ngate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSpecial commands from the Queen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower\\nairily, as he bowed to the ladies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCommands from the Queen?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Lord Bunger,\\nin surprise.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, Her Majesty wants to see my Prodigies. The\\nGeorgia Magnet, the Arkansaw Girl, the Girl who Hides\\nin her Own Hair\u00e2\u0080\u0094in fact, all my prodigies will have the\\nhonor of appearing next Saturday before the Queen and\\nthe Royal family.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger, imagining that Mr. Blower must be of\\nconsiderable importance to receive a command from her\\nRoyal Majesty, drew a card from his pocket and pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nsented it to the showman. Blower in his turn was im\u00c2\u00ac\\npressed with the title of his new acquaintance. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh,\\nmy lord, Pm happy to meet you, I shall be glad to have\\nyou patronize my prodigies, the most marvelous aggre\u00c2\u00ac\\ngation of wonders the world ever beheld. The ultra\\nswells of both hemispheres patronize me. Do you know\\nLord Apohaqui?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui?\u00e2\u0080\u009d stammered Lord Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, Lord Apohaqui, a very elegant gentleman in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndeed, I met him in America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, in America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, the ruddy hue\\ncoming back to his cheeks. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI see. What of him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNothing particular, my lord. I merely mentioned\\nhis name because he happens to be one of my friends\\nand patrons. You ll readily understand that Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nProdigies are able to knock the persimmon when such\\nmen as Lord Apohaqui patronize them, and when Her", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE 103\\nMajesty herself commands them to perform at Windsor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Packer eyed Blower with a look of mingled envy\\nand disgust, envy at his good fortune\u00e2\u0080\u0094disgust at his\\nlow station in life.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd have you really seen the Queen?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked\\nscornfully.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot yet, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Blower, jovially. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npect to have that pleasure next Saturday. The Queen\\nherself doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t transact her amusement business\u00e2\u0080\u0094too\\nmany state affairs for that. Her secretary laid her com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmands upon me and my dealings are with the Grand\\nMaster of the household.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOn the way back to London, Lord Bunger devoted\\nhimself entirely to the Packers. Mr. Blower went in\\nthe same compartment with Rhett and the Bartons and\\nentertained them with an account of the wonderful\\nsuccess of his prodigies at the Alhambra theatre.\\nAfter seeing the ladies to the Metropole, as the English\\nLord and the American democrat walked down High\\nHolborn in the direction of Southampton Row and\\nMontague Place, Lord Bunger seemed interested in Mr.\\nBlower and asked a number of questions about his show.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI tell you what,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cPm thinking of having that\\nfellow down at Wendham Castle. My people would like\\nhis show immensely. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve already invited your friends\\nto come.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre they coming?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Rhett astonished, thinking\\nof the Bartons.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099re going down with us Friday.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Bartons?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, the others, that stunning lady with the diamonds\\nand the jolly daughter. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be blown if I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half\\na mind to go in for her. She is perfectly stunning.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhich one, the mother or the daughter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBoth of them, but I mean the daughter. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the\\none for me. I wonder if they are really worth five\\nmillions?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s likely, though.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, meditatively, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "104 LORD BUNGER OF WENDHAM CASTLE\\nnoblemen have to look out for money when we marry.\\nThe aristocracy has to be kept up.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd marriage is a good way to keep it up?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSometimes it is a very necessary way; did you know\\nthe Packers in America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I never heard of them until I met them on the\\nsteamer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Lord Bunger. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow then\\ncan they be worth five millions?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s not surprising,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerica is\\na big country. I dare say it has hundreds of millionaires\\nof whom I have never heard.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen they arrived at Mrs. Ruggles\u00e2\u0080\u0099 it was understood\\nthat Mr. Blower and his Prodigies should be invited to\\nWendham Castle.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XI.\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099s CASTLE.\\nIn view of the fact that there had been no intimacy\\nbetween the Bartons and the Packers, that on the con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntrary their intercourse had been of the most formal and\\ndistant kind, the Bartons were surprised one day at\\nluncheon to see Mrs. Packer and Miss Lobelia sail to\u00c2\u00ac\\nward them down the central aisle of the Metropole\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbig dining-room.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan they be coming here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Clara as the\\nChicago women approached in their rustling silk gowns.\\nThe Packers paused when they reached the Bartons.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe thought we would come over to say good-bye,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Mrs. Packer, affably. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are going away to-day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you leave London?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace in a friendly\\nway.\\n*\u00e2\u0080\u0098For a short while,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Mrs. Packer, bridling\\nup with pride. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are coming back in the season.\\nI suppose you know, Mrs. Barton, that this is not the\\nseason for London?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I did not know that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, coolly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe season seems all right to me. I never saw lovelier\\nweather.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t speaking of the weather,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer,\\nwith a grand air. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI refer to the season of nobility and\\nfashion. The aristocracy never visit London except in\\nthe season. All the aristocracy are out of town now,\\nat their country houses. Lobelia and me are going to\\nWendham Castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIndeed?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, politely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat will be delight\u00c2\u00ac\\nful. I suppose you will have a charming trip.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course. I never saw anybody so anxious to have\\nus as Lord Bunger. Even if it wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the season for\\ngoing to the country, I really think we should have\\n(105)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "106\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\nto go. Lord Bunger said he couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let us decline the\\ninvitation. Lord Bunger is one of the most elegant\\ngentlemen I ever saw, so intelligent, so\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so \u00e2\u0080\u0094perfectly\\nelegant. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think so, Miss Barton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have had too short an opportunity to form a judg\u00c2\u00ac\\nment,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guarded reply.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShort? Umph!\u00e2\u0080\u009d responded Mrs. Packer, with a toss\\nof her head. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t take a lifetime to see that a\\nnobleman is superior to commonfolks. There is some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing about a lord you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help noticing the very first\\ntime you lay eyes on him\u00e2\u0080\u0094a greatness, a highness of\\ncharacter, that is natural to aristocracy. Even that Lord\\nApohaqui has it, although nothing equal to Lord Bunger.\\nLord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too vain, and too fond of low society.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a great pity he ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like Lord Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe announcement of their intended visit to Wend-\\nham Castle was the pleasantest performance Mrs. Packer\\nhad undertaken since leaving Chicago. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll set \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\\ndown a buttonhole lower,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said to Lobelia after they\\nhad retired to their rooms. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been giving them\u00c2\u00ac\\nselves airs just because that half blind Lord Apohaqui\\npaid \u00e2\u0080\u0099em some attention, which of course he wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhave done if he could have seen further than his nose.\\nYou mark my words, Lobelia, Lord Apohaqui will be\\non his knees to you when he finds other lords running\\nafter you. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the way with men. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099re just like\\nsheep, they follow after one another. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a good idea\\nto let them people know how thick we are with Lord\\nBunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett, Gassaway and Lord Bunger were at the station\\nwhen the Packers drove up. Their two enormous trunks\\nwere stored in the luggage van, and at 3:30 the party\\nwas speeding towards the south of England. The first\\nten miles of the journey after passing Croydon were\\nthrough a charming region. At South Downs the train\\nentered a mile-long tunnel; soon after, at Hayward\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nHeath, they changed cars, and half an hour later passed\\nHorsted Keynes and were let off at the flag station\\nused by persons going to Wendham Castle. There was", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "LORD BURGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n107\\nno station master at this place, and on the present occa\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion there were no servants to meet Lord Bunger and\\nhis guests.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow provoking!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Bunger exclaimed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow bloom\u00c2\u00ac\\ning provoking\u00e2\u0080\u0094leaving us to cool our heels in the air!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll discharge the lot of them, the impudent beggars!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll teach \u00e2\u0080\u0099em how to disobey my orders!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Packer attempted to pour oil on the troubled\\nwaters of the lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s temper. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI guess, my lord, they\\ndid not receive your telegram. They weren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expecting\\nyou by this train, were they?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a fact. They were looking for us by the\\ntrain that left London at noon, and may be my telegram\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t reach \u00e2\u0080\u0099em in time. Mr. Calhoun, you and Mr.\\nGassaway take care of the ladies while I walk over to\\nthe Castle and bring a carriage. It is not far. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be\\nback in half an hour.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger was not quite as good as his word.\\nMore than an hour passed and his guests grew weary\\nenough before he drove up in a landau followed by a\\nluggage wagon for Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s big trunks and for\\nRhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s and Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s modest valises.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSorry to keep you waiting,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger as\\nthey drove away, \u00e2\u0080\u009csorry, \u00e2\u0080\u0099pon my word, but it was just\\nas you suspected, Mrs. Packer. The telegram mis\u00c2\u00ac\\ncarried. They weren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t looking for me, and everything\\nwas out of order. I hope you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll pardon all this, ladies,\\nI really do. Wendham Castle isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t what it used to be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mention it, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\nsee enough newness in Chicago. The old things are what\\nwe want to see in this country.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe older your castle, the better we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll like it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added\\nMiss Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are perfectly wild about ruins and\\ntumble-down places.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDelighted to hear you say that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger,\\nwith a grin.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd I mean it, too, my lord, every word,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued\\nMiss Lobelia nodding her blonde head. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got\\nplenty of castles on the lake front in Chicago, but they", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "108\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CAISTLE\\nare all new and in such apple-pie order that it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s quite\\ndistressing to look at them. I dote on castles with\\nmoats and turrets and walls tumbling down, covered\\nwith ivy. I paint them that way always.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou do?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Lord Bunger, eyeing her with\\nadmiration. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, you must paint Wendham Castle.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t spend much of my time there now, and it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s as\\nnear to being a ruin as any place you ever saw, con\u00c2\u00ac\\nsidering that people still live there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Gassaway, from his seat on the\\ndriver\u00e2\u0080\u0099s box, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdo I understand that you live in a ruin\\nfrom sentiment, not necessity? If so I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make a note\\nof that. In the Southern states of America many people\\ndwell in tumble-down ruins, but not on account of senti\u00c2\u00ac\\nment. Bless you, no! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s because they haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any\\nbetter houses to\u00c2\u00ab live in and no* money to fix their old\\nhouses up. You were never south were you, Mrs.\\nPacker?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNever!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Chicagoan in a severe tone; Mrs.\\nPacker could not help secretly wondering why Lord\\nBunger invited such common fellows as Rhett and Gassa\u00c2\u00ac\\nway to visit Wendham Castle.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too bad,\u00e2\u0080\u009d observed the reporter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe South\\nis a glorious land\u00e2\u0080\u0094a land of blue skies, brave men and\\nbeautiful women. I hope some day, lord, you will visit\\nthe sunny South.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey drove through a big gate with a keeper\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lodge\\non one side, and entered the park at the further end\\nof which stood the castle. The walls were moss-grown,\\nthe place had a deserted aspect, the lawn was ill kept;\\nstill, there was an air of grandeur about the castle and\\npark that was impressive. \u00e2\u0080\u009cTo think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d mused Rhett,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cto think that a coarse creature like that is the descend\u00c2\u00ac\\nant of a long line of noble men and women! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s enough\\nto shatter one\u00e2\u0080\u0099s belief in the law of heredity.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe half dozen servants assembled on the steps in\\nfront of the castle as the carriage drove up made obse\u00c2\u00ac\\nquious bows, and one of their number stepped forward.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n109\\nopened the carriage door and assisted the travelers to\\nalight.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJames,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, \u00e2\u0080\u009csee that the ladies\\nluggage goes to the blue room, and tell Slayton to serve\\ntea at once. I dare say we can all stand a bite, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nturning toi Mrs. Packer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are in no hurry, my lord.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, not in the least,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Miss Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis lovely\\nold place makes me forget such worldly things as eat\u00c2\u00ac\\ning.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery good in poetry, not worth a goober pea in\\npractice,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassaway, running his fingers\\nthrough his sandy hair. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLunch after a railway trip is\\nalways the thing, lord.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my way of thinking,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented Lord Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJames, hurry up lunch. Tell Slayton not to dawdle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the dignified lackey addressed\\nas James. The other servants took care of the visitors\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nluggage. Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s trunks were carried to the\\ncastle\u00e2\u0080\u0099s state apartments\u00e2\u0080\u0094two large rooms, the furniture\\nof which, once splendid, was now faded, tattered and\\nmoth eaten. Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s and Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s valises were taken\\nto two smaller rooms, also somewhat dilapidated as if\\nuninhabited for some time. In comparison with Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nquarters the blue rooms assigned to the Packers seemed\\ncheerful as well as grand. The hangings, although faded,\\nwere fine; the oak and mahogany furniture two cen\u00c2\u00ac\\nturies old was imposing.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why they keep such old fashioned things,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf I had to live here I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d split \u00e2\u0080\u0099em up for\\nkindling wood, wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you, ma?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey do look dismal; so dark and gloomy like,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nreturned the mother.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd just see that carving, ma. It ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pretty To my\\nnotion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPretty? It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hideous. The English ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got no\\ntaste at all. They ought to come to Chicago and see\\nAmerican style!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you notice that dreadful old chair in the hall?", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "110\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\nSo stiff and high backed? And not a single rocking\\nchair! How a body\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to get any comfort in this place\\nis more than I can see.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would take a good pile of money to fix this old\\ncastle up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, glancing about the stately\\nbut dingy room. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAn awful big pile, Lobelia, but money\\ncould do it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy money won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the young woman, tossing\\nher head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay be it will and may be it won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t advise\\nyou to be in a hurry, Lobelia. But things might be\\nworse than to be Lady Lobelia Bunger. Your pa left\\na pile of money, so there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no need of your marrying\\nfor that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, ma! How you talk,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the daughter, again\\ntossing her head.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mashed on you, Lobelia, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plain as\\nanything. It wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t sound bad to be called Lady Lo\u00c2\u00ac\\nbelia Bunger! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s an aristocratic name and this is an\\naristocratic old castle\u00e2\u0080\u0094and won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t those common Barton\\npeople turn green with envy! They made such a dead\\nset at that Lord Apohaqui. But he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only flirting with\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099em. That Barton girl can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t compare with you. Lobelia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe two Lake Shore ladies proceeded to array them\u00c2\u00ac\\nselves for dinner. Lobelia let down her long, blonde\\nhair, seized a brush and set to work vigorously. A\\ngentle tap on the door arrested her attention.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho can it be?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the mother in a whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome in!\u00e2\u0080\u009d called out Miss Lobelia, when the tap\\nwas repeated.\\nA comely, red-cheeked damsel with a white cap on\\nher head entered. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am Jenny, mum, my lord told\\nme, mum, to wait on your ladyships.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s very thoughtful of his lordship,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nPacker, who for the first time realized that she should\\nhave brought her own maid. The fact was, that all her\\nlife, Mrs. Packer had been accustomed to wait on her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself, and did not care for the personal attention of a\\nmaid; she preferred to do her own hair, so did Miss", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n111\\nLobelia, and they had left their two maids at the hotel\\nin London. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMaids are so* inquisitive,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mrs. Packer\\nwas wont to- say. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey\u00e2\u0080\u0099re always spying out what\\nyou doC\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe left our maids in London/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Mrs. Packer to\\nJenny. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t well enough to come. You can\\ndo Lady Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLady\u00e2\u0080\u009d Lobelia! The words slipped out of Mrs.\\nPacker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mouth almost unconsciously. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocratic atmosphere,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she explained to Lobelia after\\nJenny had gone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt comes so natural to- say lord and\\nlady in a castle like this. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s quite catching.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nt To the ears of the young Chicago woman the words\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u009d were as soft and sweet as milk and\\nhoney. During the remainder of their stay, Mrs. Packer\\nalways addressed her daughter as \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady\u00e2\u0080\u009d Lobelia; Lord\\nBunger called her by no other name, while Jenny gave\\nher that title from the honest belief that it was hers by\\nright.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must wear your finest gowns, Lady Lobelia/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsaid Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the way to pay proper respect\\nto Lord Bunger. I suppose, Jenny, his lordship is al\u00c2\u00ac\\nways particular about dressing for dinner, eh? I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve\\nheard the English nobility always dine in full dress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, mum, so they do,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Jenny, dropping a\\ncourtesy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShall I lay out Lady Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gowns,\\nmum?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJenny went to the trunks, took out the silk and satin\\ncreations of Worth and laid them carefully on the bed.\\nAs she did this, numerous were her exclamations of\\nwonder and delight. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEven his lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nnever wore no gowns like these,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d It was the first time Mrs.\\nPacker heard that Lord Bunger had a mother. She\\nwould like to have pumped the maid, but did not wish\\nJenny to know how little she knew of his lordship and\\nhis family. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs her ladyship here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no 1 mum, she lives in London. It isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t often\\nwe see her\u00e2\u0080\u0094not more than twice since his lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "112\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\nfather died. Which gown will your ladyship wear?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhile Miss Lobelia was making her selection Mrs.\\nPacker asked herself puzzling questions about Lord\\nBunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother.\\nWhy had he not mentioned her? Why had she not\\ncome to the castle to receive her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guests? Was\\nthis bachelor reception\u00e2\u0080\u0094this playing host by a bachelor\\none of the nobility\u00e2\u0080\u0099s many peculiarities? \u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it must\\nbe,\u00e2\u0080\u009d mused Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe aristocracy is so awful\\neccentric.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With this she dismissed the subject and\\nassisted Lobelia in selecting the most becoming gown\\nfrom among the half dozen brought from London.\\nRhett Calhoun, having no \u00e2\u0080\u009cfull dress\u00e2\u0080\u009d on hand, quickly\\nmade his simple toilet and was downstairs before the\\nPackers had decided in which of Worth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009cdreams\u00e2\u0080\u009d they\\nwould appear. The more Rhett saw of the lord of the\\ncastle the more he was astonished that such a man should\\nbe one of the hereditary peers of England. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nunderstand it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he mused, looking along the paneled\\nwalls at the portraits of the old dead and gone lords of\\nthe castle.\\nUntil his arrival at Wendham Rhett had had little\\nfaith in Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pretentions. Here was a castle,\\nhowever, and here were servitors addressing his host\\nas \u00e2\u0080\u009cmy lord\u00e2\u0080\u009d and so, perforce, Rhett was obliged to\\nown that his suspicion was unfounded.\\nLord Bunger met Rhett coming out of the portrait\\ngallery and the two went into the drawing-room together.\\nGassaway was already there, jotting down notes in his\\nG. A. N. book. A few minutes later in swept Mrs.\\nPacker and Miss Lobelia splendidly arrayed, two yards\\nof silk and satin trailing behind them, diamonds gleam\u00c2\u00ac\\ning on their necks and arms and ears and on their large\\nwhite fingers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEgad!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Lord Bunger, nudg\u00c2\u00ac\\ning Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t she a stunner?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou beat the Queen herself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he whispered to Lo\u00c2\u00ac\\nbelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a queen in Europe as can come up\\nto you. I mean what I say, Lady Lobelia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The glisten\\nof Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s admiring eyes attested his honesty.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n113\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d simpered Lobelia, intoxicated by the\\nflattery, and blushing like a peony, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou do talk so!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI talk the truth, Lady Lobelia, every word the truth,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe returned in a whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope we didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keep you waiting, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nMrs. Packer, smilingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt took some time to* unpack\\nour things. Of course, we know too much of the nobili\u00c2\u00ac\\nty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ways to think of coming to dinner in our traveling\\ndresses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worth while to wait,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, eyeing\\nMrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s diamonds admiringly; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwell worth while\\nwaiting to see ladies got up so splendid, it really is!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are very flattering,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the delighted Mrs.\\nPacker.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot a bit, not a bit,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOn my\\nword, Mrs. Packer, the Queen herself couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t beat you,\\nand that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s saying a good deal, for her Majesty has mil\u00c2\u00ac\\nlions in diamonds.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIn a perfect flutter of delight the ladies were led into\\nthe dining-room, Lord Bunger with Lobelia on his arm,\\nRhett with Mrs. Packer; Gassaway followed alone. Mr.\\nBlower and his Prodigies were to arrive by the midnight\\nexpress from London. The dining-hall was large enough\\nto seat a hundred people and the square table at which\\nthe party took their seats was proportioned to the size\\nof the grand old hall; on state occasions the table was\\ncapable of being extended forty feet. While sipping\\nher soup Mrs. Packer was mentally calculating how\\nmany American dollars it would require to fit and fur\u00c2\u00ac\\nnish such a big room and make it look home-like and\\nhabitable. The solemn James stood behind the chair\\nof his master and stared at the ceiling when not busy\\nserving the dishes which another servant, Hansard,\\nbrought in from the kitchen. Mrs. Packer, thinking\\nit well to impress the servants with her intimacy with\\nLord Bunger and his lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s family, took occasion to\\nremark just as Hansard came in with the second course:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe, my lord, your mother the Dowager resides\\nin London?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "114\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\nIt was a simple remark, yet it had a noticeable effect\\non Hansard as well as on the solemn James, but even\\nmore so on Lord Bunger. He squirmed in his seat as\\nthough a pin had risen up and pricked him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy\u00e2\u0080\u0094my\u00e2\u0080\u0094mother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d stammered Bunger. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo- you\\nknow her?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no, though of course I know of her, as does\\nevery one who knows anything of England\u00e2\u0080\u0099s aristocracy.\\nI am told she seldom resides here since the death of\\nyour lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s father.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHansard and James exchanged glances and grinned.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHansard, you may leave the room,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord\\nBunger, severely. Hansard immediately went out;\\nJames followed with a tray of plates. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOld family serv\u00c2\u00ac\\nants,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, visibly annoyed, \u00e2\u0080\u009csometimes\\nput on airs. They know we won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t turn \u00e2\u0080\u0099em off after\\nthey\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been in the family, father and son, so long. Yes,\\nMrs. Packer, the Dowager lives in London. She likes\\nsociety and don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like Wendham Castle\u00e2\u0080\u0094too- lonesome,\\nyou know, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sorry to say we had a few\\nwords and we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re not just in with each other.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, indeed, I beg pardon, I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the\\nlady, contritely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mention it, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am. Of course you didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nknow. I am happy to say I am at peace with all my\\nother ancestors. I suppose you saw some of them in\\nthe hall as you came through?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, of course. You mean those queer men in iron\\nbreeches and jackets?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mrs. Packer; \u00e2\u0080\u009cMe and\\nLobelia were looking at them and wondering what on\\nearth made \u00e2\u0080\u0099em wear iron clothes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMa,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remonstrated her daughter, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI told you they\\nwore \u00e2\u0080\u0099em to keep off bullets and swords.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo you did, Lobelia, but men don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wear suclx things\\nany more. When the war was going on I saw thousands\\nof men starting down- South and not one of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em wore\\niron things.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIron clothing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Rhett gravely, \u00e2\u0080\u009chas gone\\nout of fashion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n115\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd a good thing for us,\u00e2\u0080\u009d blurted out Gassaway,\\nhis mouth full of roast beef.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lobelia, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mighty lucky for us\\ngirls that the queer dresses the women used to wear\\nhave gone out of fashion. I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see one in your hall,\\nLord Bunger, that wore gowns half so pretty as\\nWorth\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll of us dress better than our ancestors did,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nGassaway, putting another piece of beef in his capacious\\nmouth; \u00e2\u0080\u009cat any rate better than the ancestors of us\\ncommon folk. I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t speak for the nobility, but I am\\nquite sure our ancestors wore skins or went naked.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSpeak for yourself, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, proudly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour ancestors may be all you say, but everybody\\nknows the Packers is a very old family, the first in the\\ncountry. Before he died, Mr. Packer had a book telling\\nall about the Packers. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got it in our library in\\nChicago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a doubt,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway, perfectly oblivious\\nto the lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s displeasure, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnot a doubt in the world but\\nthat our ancestors two thousand years ago- were stalk\u00c2\u00ac\\ning over England in skins or ploughing and grubbing\\nthe fields for their Roman masters. You see, Mrs.\\nPacker, Julius Caesar conquered this country and made\\nher people slaves. What do you say, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy ancestors,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett indifferently, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdo not inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nest me half as much as my posterity. We can do noth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning whatever for those who came before us; we may do\\nsomething for those who come after us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy sentiments to a \u00e2\u0080\u0098T\u00e2\u0080\u0099,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway jovially.\\nMrs. Packer looked proudly severe. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she\\nsaid coldly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope you will not fancy no Americans\\nhave family pride. I do assure you, we of the North\\nhave a great deal, and Packer just before he was taken\\naway was about to have his arms painted on his carriages.\\nWe always have them on our note paper.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger expressed pleasure at this, and said he\\nhad at once perceived that Mrs. Packer and \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLobelia belonged to the American aristocracy. Then the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "116\\nLORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\nconversation turned to plans for the morrow. Lord\\nBunger proposed a drive to the Long Man of Wilming\u00c2\u00ac\\nton, thence to Beachy Head. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take \u00e2\u0080\u0099em both in,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe view at Beachy Head can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be beat no-\\nwhere\u00e2\u0080\u0094bluffs rise nearly a thousand feet out of the\\nsea. Blower and his Prodigies \u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be here to-night\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll pack lunch hampers and make a picnic of it; we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\ntake the whole bloomin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 crowd from the castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter dinner they adjourned to the drawing-room; the\\nmen did not stay behind to smoke and drink, Lord\\nBunger being gallant enough to say he preferred the\\nsociety of beauty to wine and tobacco. It was the\\npurpose of the party to sit up for Mr. Blower and his\\nProdigies, and Rhett rather feared the wait would prove\\ntedious, but with Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gossip about the noble\\nEnglish families and Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s account of the way\\nshe had smuggled her Worth gowns into New York,\\nand how Lobelia had been the belle of the last Washing\u00c2\u00ac\\nton season, the time managed to pass quickly. No one\\nrealized, that it was late until there were sounds of\\nwheels on the drive without, then there was a noise and\\nmedley of voices and finally an announcement from the\\nsolemn James that Mr. Blower and party had arrived.\\nThe announcement had hardly been made when the\\njolly Mr. Blower himself appeared in full dress with am\\nenormous chrysanthemum in the buttonhole of his coat.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHere you are, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried joyfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNatural as\\nlife and twice as sweet! My! but ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t this like old times\\non the ship! Mrs. Packer and her beautiful daughter,\\nand the great author and the great lawyer that are to\\nbe! My! I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m glad to see you! How are you all?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow are the Prodigies, Blower?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStand the trip all right?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll well and hearty as trivets, Mr. Gassaway, but a\\nlittle sleepy. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be down in a minute. I came right\\nin; you see I was already in full dress\u00e2\u0080\u0094I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t change\\nafter the performance, and my! what a performance it\\nwas! The audience went wild, positively wild, Lord", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER\u00e2\u0080\u0099S CASTLE\\n117\\nBunger. I tell you, sir, Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Prodigies are shaking\\nthis old island up!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGlad to hear it, Blower,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, affably.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe want you to shake us up before you go back to\\nLondon, for it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s rather dull here for the ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLeave that to me, my lord. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll give you the special\\nperformance I gave the Queen, and you can invite the\\nnobility and the county.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no!\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the host, hastily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care\\nto turn my castle into a public show place. I prefer a\\nquiet performance in honor of my lady visitors.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Blower, looking crestfallen, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI must\\nown I had expected some reputation out of this trip.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s advertisement you want,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord\\nBunger, pleasantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make that all right. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see\\nthat the papers have a full account of your visit to the\\ncastle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XII.\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES.\\nDespite the lateness of the hour at which the residents\\nand guests of Wendham Castle retired that night, Rhett\\nCalhoun arose early the following morning to take a\\nramble through the park before breakfast. As he walked\\nto the rear of the hall for his hat he saw and heard\\nsomething that surprised him. The door at the end\\nof the hall opened into a smoking-room with tables for\\ncard-players and a sideboard provided with decanters\\nand glasses. The door of this room was ajar and within\\nthe room, seated at one of the tables sipping a brandy\\nand soda, was Lord Bunger. It was not the tipple that\\nastonished Rhett; he had observed in London his lord-\\nship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fondness for strong drink. What surprised him\\nwas the presence in the smoking-room of Jenny, the\\nred-cheeked maid, and the familiar relations that ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npeared to exist between her and her master. Both were\\nso engrossed with each other that they did not hear\\nRhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s approach.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can just put this in your pipe and smoke it,\\nBunger\u00e2\u0080\u0094I ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t agoing to- let you marry her after all\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s passed betwixt you and me. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s flat!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThus spoke the maid as Rhett Calhoun walked to- the\\nrear of the hall.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow, Jenny, darling,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord Bunger, coax-\\ningly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the use of running on like that? You\\nknow I mean to marry you and I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean to marry\\nher. She ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t my sort. Do behave yourself like a\\ngood girl, now do!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBehave myself? And you dancing and prancing\\naround that yellow-haired girl! I know she paints it.\\nI Seen the roots of her hair all dirty ash color. Behave\\nmyself? It ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in flesh and blood!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n(118)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n119\\nRhett coughed aloud and pushed the door wide open.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHello. Is it you? Up rather early, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord\\nBunger, seeming quite put out by Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s unexpected\\nappearance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I thought I would take a stroll about the park\\nbefore breakfast.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCapital idea. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take a turn myself. Jenny, you\\ncan go.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt sight of Rhett Jenny had retreated to the further\\nend of the room, where she stood looking sullen and\\nangry. When ordered to leave she walked slowly away.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTake a drink,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord, shoving a decanter and\\nglass toward Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThanks, only a little seltzer if you please.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger eyed Rhett intently as he touched the\\nlever and sent the foaming seltzer into, his glass. Pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nently he said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou caught us, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI saw you and the girl, yes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd heard-?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSomething. The door stood open.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlang it all,\u00e2\u0080\u009d blurted out the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca fellow can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nhelp getting into mischief when a pretty girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s around,\\nand Jenny isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t half bad looking. Batching\u00e2\u0080\u0099s deuced\\nlonesome, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett was silent. Had he given utterance to his\\nthoughts he would have said things not agreeable to\\nhis host; but it was not his business to lecture this\\nEnglish lord on the iniquity of deceiving a poor servant\\ngirl. Something of this appeared in Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHang it all, Calhoun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pass for\\na bloomin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 parson. You don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t belong to the cloth.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I am not a preacher,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, coldly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, then, you ought to know that a fellow with\\nwarm blood in him don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see no harm in flirting with\\na lass like Jenny.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe girl spoke of marriage, Lord Bunger. That\\ngoes beyond flirting.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, that was a joke, Jenny knows that was a joke.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "120\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean her no harm, Jenny knows I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\njust a trifle saucy, but for all that we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re good friends.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhptt did not think it worth while to express his\\nthoughts, so he allowed the subject to drop. As they\\nwalked through the park Lord Bunger pointed out the\\nvarious objects of interest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t much now to look at,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said apolo\u00c2\u00ac\\ngetically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe old place\u00e2\u0080\u0099s run down. His late lordship\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094I mean my father\u00e2\u0080\u0094was a terrible fellow for spending\\nmoney. Everything he could lay hands on, trees, old\\npictures, horses, went for money,\u00e2\u0080\u0094and the money ran\\nlike water. I count myself lucky the old lord couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ncut up the land and sell that too. See those\\nstables! There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no more horses to put in \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. We\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t scare up more than a dozen head on the place,\\ncart horses and all; and we used to keep sixty.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSixty,\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat did your father want\\nwith sixty horses?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy father?\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh, ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes, I understand; his late\\nlordship loved to mount his friends. He was master\\nof the hounds in this county,\u00e2\u0080\u0094great fox-hunter, you\\nknow. There wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a season but saw twenty or thirty\\nguests at the castle, and every one of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em hunters.\\nThem times have all gone, though. We couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mount\\na dozen hunters now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI should fancy a dozen horses quite enough for one\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s establishment,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOne would be enough, and more\u00e2\u0080\u0099n enough, for me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nreturned the lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t at all partial to riding my\u00c2\u00ac\\nself; still, when a fellow has his friends down from Lon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndon he likes to give \u00e2\u0080\u0099em a mount. But it can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be done\\nnow, and I never think of it without saying to myself,\\nWhat a shame his lordship didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do the square thing.\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nI tell you, Calhoun, common people don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know what\\ntroubles the aristocracy have.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can guess how things are going here when I\\ntell you that even the servants talk of leaving. Rats\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t run out of a ship till she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sinking, and servants", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n121\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t quit a place like this until they see matters turning\\nblue,\u00e2\u0080\u0094a beautiful, bloomin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 blue. Egad! even the Jews\\nin London are down on his lordship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis lordship?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh\u00e2\u0080\u0094ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes, I mean me. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve refused to lend\\nme another bob. You see now how I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m fixed and you\\nneedn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wonder I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve made up my mind to marry money.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I do not wonder,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Rhett, thinking of\\nMrs. Packer and her millions.\\nThey stopped a moment at the gate and Rhett tried\\nto make out the Latin inscription. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI used to be fairly\\ngood in Latin,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut those letters are half-\\neffaced; I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make them out.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis lordship can read it easy, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the gate\\nkeeper, coming out of his lodge and bowing and\\ngrinning. Rhett fancied his look and manner were de\u00c2\u00ac\\nrisive.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHold your tongue,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, angrily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\nforget yourself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with an obsequious bow, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmembers who I be and who you be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen go about your business.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAlthough both spoke in low tones, Rhett heard the\\nremarks passed between the lord and the gatekeeper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis servants do not like him,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the conclusion the\\nyoung American drew.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan you read the inscription, Lord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nRhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make it out.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe letters are too old to make\\nout, but I remember about the inscription. There\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a\\nsword up in the middle and a lion and a unicorn fighting\\nfor the crown, which means for Charles I. It was King\\nCharles who elevated us to the peerage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUs?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, smiling.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI mean my ancestors. The Bunger family, sir, is\\nthe very first in this country,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the very first, although\\nit has run down; but if Lady Lobelia and me can hit\\nit off,\u00e2\u0080\u0094ah! then you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll see this place as it was in old", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "122\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\ntimes. American money and English nobility make a\\nfine combination, now don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t they, Mr. Calhoun\\nWhen Rhett and Lord Bunger returned to the castle,\\nthey found all the guests, except Mr. Gassaway, assem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbled in the drawing-room ready for breakfast. The jovial\\nreporter did not make his appearance until summoned\\nby a special messenger. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think I was napping,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said, grinning and bowing and looking as awkward\\nas a chubby fat bear, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that at all, lord. I was\\npickling pointers for the G. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGassaway aims high,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett; \u00e2\u0080\u009che is writing a\\ngreat novel.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUmph!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u0098What\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a novel but a\\nlot of trash? I never heard of a man getting rich writ\u00c2\u00ac\\ning stories.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis remark aroused Mr. Gassaway to an eloquent\\npitch. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cletters rank above all\\nother arts. An author of genius is greater than any\\nmonarch! To write a great book is the highest ambi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion the human heart can hold. That ambition, Mrs.\\nPacker, is in my heart. I am writing a novel that will\\npicture life, high and low,\u00e2\u0080\u0094a reflex, a focusing of the\\nhumanity of the present day!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA noble ambition,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Blower, jovially, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca\\ngrand ambition, Mr. Gassaway, and I want to see it\\nsucceed. After breakfast you must give us a specimen\\nof your work?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean of the G. A. N.?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Gassaway, beam\u00c2\u00ac\\ning with delight.\\nLord Bunger who was anxious for a tete-a-tete ramble\\nwith Miss Lobelia through the park, did not receive Mr.\\nBlower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s proposition with enthusiasm. The Packer\\nladies also frowned on it, but Mr. Gassaway was not\\na gentleman who needed urging. Immediately after\\nbreakfast he rushed to his room and returned with a\\nbulky MS. from which he proceeded to read copious\\nextracts.\\nI wish I could give here the chapters from the G. A. N.\\nwhich the talented author read aloud to Lord Bunger", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n123\\nand his guests. For these chapters, though few in com\u00c2\u00ac\\nparison with the whole of the great work, illustrated\\nmost graphically Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s genius. But tO re\u00c2\u00ac\\nproduce them in these pages would be a violation of the\\ncopyright-laws as well as a breach of confidence. Suffice\\nit to say that the extracts presented by Mr. Gassaway in\\nthe drawing-room of Wendham Castle, that Sunday\\nmorning, were intensely realistic, intensely exciting, in\u00c2\u00ac\\ntensely saturated with Gassawayism. Pathos, comedy,\\ntragedy,\u00e2\u0080\u0094in short, all the qualities which the most ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nacting critic could demand were there. The reporter-\\nauthor was interrupted several times by warm plaudits,\\nclapping of hands, stamping of feet, cries from Lord\\nBunger of \u00e2\u0080\u009cHear! Hear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d and from Mr. Blower of\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBravo! Bravo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d The generous applause from the host,\\nconsidering how deeply occupied he was with the charm\u00c2\u00ac\\ning young woman by his side, was more than Rhett\\nexpected.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat will please Labor,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the noble lord, slyly\\ngiving Miss Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand a squeeze. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good;\\nI see you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re a friend of the laboring people.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFriend?\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Gassaway, with great enthusiasm,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am their champion. I am ever on the side of the\\nweak as against the mighty, and it does me good, lord,\\nto see you harbor the same feelings. You find nothing\\nof Howells or James in my style, eh, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, my dear Gassaway, it is safe to say neither\\nHowells nor James ever wrote anything like that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you think of it, Mrs. Packer? I am not\\none who despises woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s opinion. I shall count the\\nsuffrage of the fair sex as my greatest glory.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe*in woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s suffrage,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs.\\nPacker, stiffly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPm not one of your strong-minded\\nwomen. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think any lady is.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut, madam, what think you of the sentiments ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npressed in my G. A. N.? How do they strike you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot at all favorably,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Packer, with\\nincreased severity. \u00e2\u0080\u009cChicago hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any use for Anar\u00c2\u00ac\\nchists.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "124\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnarchists, Mrs. Packer?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. It is just such stuff as you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been reading\\nthat puts cranky notions into workingmen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heads and\\nsets \u00e2\u0080\u0099em against Capital. They gave Mr. Packer an\\nawful lot of trouble when he was alive.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor a moment Mr. Gassaway looked nonplussed; then\\nhis face recovered its jollity. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Packer, you aren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nup to the spirit of the times. But don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be discouraged;\\nyou will grow. You\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll catch up with the procession.\\nThe tide of progress will sweep you on. Did you notice,\\nlord, how paragraphic my style is?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow what?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the noble lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow paragraphic. Many novelists overlook the fact\\nthat the average reader turns over the pages to see if\\nthere are open spaces, short sentences. If the book is\\nsolid the reader fears it is dull. Observe how paragraphic\\nis my style.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOpening the MS. at random, Mr. Gassaway read:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs the Senator at home?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe am,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Flunkey.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere is he?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn de study.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI must see him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHit am impossibul.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDe Senator am wid Gineral Highead.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA frown contracted the Congressman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFlunkey, listen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, sah.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI must see the Senator. Do you hear? Must!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFlunkey quailed before the Congressman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gaze.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSah, come dis way to de Senator\u00e2\u0080\u0099s study.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNow that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d commented Gassaway, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis open work\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nonly a few words to the line. Novel readers will buy\\nand read a book like that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must be a student of Gibbon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Lord\\nBunger. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know Gibbon, the great historian; he\\nis famous for that sort of thing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI assure you the idea is perfectly original,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "LORD HUNGER PROPOSES\\n125\\nGassaway, radiantly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never read Gibbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nor\\nanybody else\u00e2\u0080\u0099s history.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, \u00e2\u0080\u009cGibbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tiptop; you\\nought to read it before you visit his tomb. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s buried\\nnear Wendham.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIn view of the fact that it was proposed to visit Gib\u00c2\u00ac\\nbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tomb that same day on the way to Beachy Head,\\nRhett thought there was scarcely time for Mr. Gassaway\\nto read the great history. Mr. Blower, however, un\u00c2\u00ac\\nfamiliar with the number and size of Gibbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ponder\u00c2\u00ac\\nous tomes, told Lord Bunger if the work was in the\\ncastle library he would like to look it over before they\\nstarted. Lord Bunger was about to reply to Mr. Blow\u00c2\u00ac\\ner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s request when his attention was attracted by the sud\u00c2\u00ac\\nden appearance of Jenny, the waiting maid. Jenny\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nusually red cheeks were somewhat paled, her hair and\\nmanner indicated suppressed excitement. Glancing\\naround the room her eyes rested on Lord Bunger in the\\nalcove in close and agreeable proximity to Miss Lobelia\\nPacker. A frown contracted Jenny\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brow. She took\\na step forward.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she called, growing still paler.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you want?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked harshly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are wanted outside,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the girl, somewhat\\nabashed but still resolute.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you see I am engaged?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said her noble master,\\nirritably.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t wait\u00e2\u0080\u0094my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Jenny, with renewed\\nresolution.\\nThough visibly angry and annoyed, the lord arose and\\nwent out into the hall.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you see that, Lobelia?\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Mrs. Packer\\nto her daughter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wonder how his lordship puts up\\nwith such impudence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stand it a minute,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Miss Lobelia,\\npettishly. His lordship had been called away at a very\\ninteresting point in their conversation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course you wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nhope you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t never be such a fool as to let a thing", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "126\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\nlike her run over you. Has Lord Bunger said anything\\nto you, Lobelia?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSaid anything? Of course; he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s saying things all the\\ntime. Did you suppose he was dumb?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know what I mean,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the mother returned, re\u00c2\u00ac\\nproachfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a bad girl that keeps things away\\nfrom her mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t keeping anything, ma.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen tell me what he says. He looks as if he was\\ncourtin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 you every minute.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe he is, ma. He says I am the girl he wants\\nto marry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s that but courtin\u00e2\u0080\u0099? Now, Lobelia, you listen\\nto me; don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you get engaged too tight. He\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a lord\\nand he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got this old castle, but it\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take big money to\\nfix it up, and my opinion is he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s awful short of cash,\\nand hard cash, as your pa used to say, is what makes\\nthe mare go.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuppose he pushes me, ma, and will have yes or no?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, then, Lobelia, you play shy. When a girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\npushed she can pretend like she can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t leave her mother\\nso sudden. Men are the easiest things fooled if you\\nonly do it right. What with your pile of money and\\nyour face and Agger, Lobelia, you ought to catch a\\ndock.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Lord Bunger returned, his cheeks looked more\\nflorid than ever, and to Rhett it seemed as if he must\\nhave been engaged in unpleasant altercation. He apolo\u00c2\u00ac\\ngized for his absence, and announced that the vehicles\\nwere ready for their trip to Beachy Head and to the\\nLong Man of Wilmington. The lord and Miss Lobelia\\ndrove together in a four-seated trap; the extra seat was\\nheaped up with lunch hampers. The other members\\nof the party rode in a carryall, a vehicle so commodious\\nthat it easily accommodated the driver and seven pas\u00c2\u00ac\\nsengers, some of whom were by no means feather\\nweights, k Mrs. Packer, the Arkansaw Strong Girl and\\nMr. Blower each weighed in the neighborhood of two\\nhundred pounds.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n127\\nWhen it was discovered that Gibbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tomb was a\\nfew miles to the left of the road to Beachy Head, Mrs.\\nPacker objected to making the detour. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe aren\u00e2\u0080\u0099t out\\nlooking for graveyards,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand if we were, what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nGibbon\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grave anyway? I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t give a fig to see\\nit. I never heard of his doing anything but writing that\\nold history. Who reads it, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d like to know?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSome few read him, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, solemnly,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cand as we may never again be so near his burial place\\nwe ought to see it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGraveyards always make me feel creepy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d insisted\\nMrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut as Lord Bunger and Lobelia have\\ndrove straight on, we\u00e2\u0080\u0099d better follow \u00e2\u0080\u0099em.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt Beachy Head James got out the luncheon while\\nthe lord and his guests strolled along the edge of the\\nsteep precipice and looked down at the foaming breakers\\ndashing against the rock seven hundred feet below. By\\nstraining their eyes they could dimly discern the coast\\nof France across the Channel. Lunch was spread al\u00c2\u00ac\\nmost at the very edge of the chalk cliff, and as each\\nbottle was emptied Lord Bunger tossed it over into the\\nsea. When well warmed by frequent libations he began\\nto toss over some bottles that had not been opened.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPaying tribute to old Neptune, eh?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway,\\ngrinning.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, my lord, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be so wasteful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the use of throwing good wine into briny\\nwater?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s quite poetical, ma; a tribute to Neptune, as Mr.\\nGassaway says.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Miss Lobelia had not graduated at\\nthe Union Institute without learning something of Greek\\nmythology.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPoetical?\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured the noble host, a little boozy\\nand quite red in the face. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA fellow can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help being\\npoetical in the presence of\u00e2\u0080\u0094of beauty like I see before\\nme.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLobelia, who was also a little heated by wine, blushed\\nrosy red at the lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s compliment and the glance that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "128\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\naccompanied it. The mother, always practical, main\u00c2\u00ac\\ntained her opinion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPoetry/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 she insisted, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis well enough in its way, but\\ncommon sense is better. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what your pa used to\\nsay, Lobelia. If Packer hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t had a lot of horse sense\\nhe wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have left us no five millions. I dare say,\\nLord Bunger, that wine you threw away cost three or\\nfour shillings a bottle?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThree or four shillings!\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated his lordship, grin\u00c2\u00ac\\nning. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMore like half a guinea a bottle. How much\\ndid you pay for that Malmsey, James?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTen and six a bottle, my lord.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, I thought so, exactly half a guinea a bottle.\\nBut who cares? What\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the odds? A shilling more or\\nless ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t nothing to\u00e2\u0080\u0094to\u00e2\u0080\u0094a lord, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen lunch was over, they started east, for the Long\\nMan of Wilmington, that remarkable figure two hundred\\nand fifty feet high, known to have existed before the\\nChristian era. It was mentioned by Julius Caesar. Then\\nthey drove on to Pevesney Castle, where an hour was\\nspent rambling around the massive Roman walls and\\nthrough the courts of the old Norman castle. This\\ncastle had been built in the twelfth century, but it seemed\\nquite modern in comparison with the Roman wall erected\\ntwo thousand years ago. The drive, the view of the\\nocean at Beachy Head, the rambles through Pevensey\\nCastle were so delightful that Lord Bunger was given\\na vote of thanks which he received with grins and loud\\ngood humor. When once more alone in the trap with\\nLobelia, driving back to Wendham Castle, he told the\\nyoung Chicago woman it was her approval he most\\ncared for; the others might be pleased or displeased,\\nbut if she were pleased he, Lord Bunger, was the happi\u00c2\u00ac\\nest man in England.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Lobelia,, blushing, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow\\nyou do talk!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help it, Lady Lobelia, upon my word I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\\nMy feelings get the better of me, on my soul they do!", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n129\\nYou couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help talking either if you had lost your\\nheart as I have.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLost your heart?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, lost my heart. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gone, Lady Lobelia, and\\nwho do you suppose has got it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, my lord, how should I know?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNobody but you ought to know, for you have got\\nit, Lady Lobelia,\u00e2\u0080\u0094you have got every little piece and\\nsplinter of it. What are you going to do with it? Won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nyou keep it, and give me yours in return?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, Lord Bunger!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the young woman, bearing\\nin mind her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s practical instructions, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthis is so\\nsudden. You take my breath away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it is your heart, Lady Lobelia, your heart I\\nwant to take away. I shall die a miserable, broken\u00c2\u00ac\\nhearted man if you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let me have it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger transferred the reins to- his right hand\\nand proceeded to put his left arm around Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Lobelia!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, giving her a good squeeze,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re an angel\u00e2\u0080\u0094a lovely blonde angel! The happiest\\nday of my life will be the day you become Lady Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this he leaned over and gave the girl a kiss\\nsmack upon her ripe red lips. Lobelia threw herself\\nback and playfully slapped at the audacious lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face,\\nbut the slap was as gentle as a zephyr\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Bunger, I haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t said \u00e2\u0080\u0098yes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 yet!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you have looked it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d the lord retorted, proceed\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to again encircle the fair Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s waist. As he\\nwent no farther Lobelia remained quiet, reflecting that\\nshe had complied with her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s advice neither to\\naccept nor reject but to keep her suitor dangling while\\nshe awaited future developments. If a duke appeared\\nshe would feel herself free to take him; if no duke came,\\nwhy then it might be well to let part of her fortune go\\ntoward repairing Wendham Castle and endowing her\\nwith the lovely title of \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Lobelia Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d What\\na furore she could make with her wealth and title when\\nshe revisited Chicago! From what a proud height would\\nshe look down on certain fashionable dames who had", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "130\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\nheld themselves above her and her millions! And how\\nenvious and crestfallen would be those Barton women!\\nThese pleasing reflections wreathed Lady Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nface in smiles; indeed, so perfectly charmed was she with\\nthe prospect, she would not have resented it had Lord\\nBunger repeated the squeeze and the kiss. She was too\\nhappy to be displeased at anything. That evening in\\nthe privacy of her chamber she told her mother what\\nthe lord had said and done. Mrs. Packer commended\\nher prudent course.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098Keep things just as they are,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf he wants\\nto think himself engaged to you let him do it, but,\\nLobelia, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tie yourself too tight. Give yourself a\\ngood loose rope, so if a dook does come along you can\\njust tell Lord Bunger you never promised anything.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen they went* down to dinner.\\nWhen dinner was over and when the ladies had with\u00c2\u00ac\\ndrawn from the dining-room, leaving the nobleman and\\nhis male guests at table with their wine and cigars, one\\nof the servants came in and told Lord Bunger he was\\nwanted outside by a messenger.\\nSaid the lord haughtily, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t leave my guests for\\nmessengers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s most uncommon important,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said James; then\\nhe leaned over and added something in a whisper which\\ndiscomposed his lordship in a remarkable degree.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh\u00e2\u0080\u0094ah,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he stammered, the ruddy glow leaving his\\nface so that he looked absolutely pale. Then slowly\\nrising to his feet he muttered an apology to his guests\\nand followed the sedate James out of the room.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSomething\u00e2\u0080\u0099s up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Gassaway, cheerfully.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA dun, I reckon. His lordship looked terribly pestered.\\nWhat a go \u00e2\u0080\u0099twould be if the messenger was a bailiff with\\na writ to serve!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat would be decidedly unpleasant for the lord of\\nthe castle,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, at the same time thinking that\\npossibly Jenny, the housemaid, might have something\\nto do with the perturbation Lord Bunger manifested.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAncient castle sold for debt; ancestors in armor auc-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n131\\ntioned off,\u00e2\u0080\u0094bought in by rich American visitor from\\nChicago,\u00e2\u0080\u0094what a striking commentary on English high\\nlife! Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think so, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d queried Gassaway.\\nMeanwhile Lord Bunger was in close confab with the\\nsedate James in the privacy of the billiard-room to which\\nthey had retreated. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it say when he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll come?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Bunger, anxiously.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot a word, just a telegram saying to put the rooms\\nin order for guests.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCurse it all,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Bunger, grinding his teeth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d only give us another week we\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be safe,\u00e2\u0080\u0094our\\nfortunes would be made. The very devil\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to pay now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRush the thing,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said James. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGet the knot tied fast\\nbefore he comes; then you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be all right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nFor a moment Lord Bunger seemed lost in deep\\nreflection.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s your only chance,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued James, eagerly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s powerful stuck on you. Get the knot tied and\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be all right no matter what comes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJames, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re a trump. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll try it. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll rush it! If\\nwe make it a go you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be set up for life,\u00e2\u0080\u0094you and the\\nrest as has stood by me. I dessay we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got a few days\\nto go on. He ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t one of the rushing sort. Scotland\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthe place for us, but I say, James,\u00e2\u0080\u009d sinking his voice\\nto a whisper, \u00e2\u0080\u009ckeep Jenny quiet or she\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll fling all the fat\\nin the fire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Lord Bunger returned to the dining-room his\\nface had recovered its ruddy hue and his air was again\\nalmost cheerful.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShut off his creditor,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPacified the housemaid,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, gentlemen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Bunger, cheerfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve drunk enough we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll join the ladies. What do\\nyou say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t had your cigar,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Blower, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nwait for your lordship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m deuced fond of the weed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied their host,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m deuced fonder of the ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLadies?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Blower, with a wink. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t blind,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "132\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\nmy lord. Anybody with half an eye can see it is one\\nlady that has captivated you, and a devilish fine one she\\nis, too. Her father was a great man, self-made, left a\\nbig pile. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s his only child. The man who gets her\\nwill be a lucky fellow, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care who he is.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nOn returning to the drawing-room Mr. Blower col\u00c2\u00ac\\nlected around him all but one of Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guests\\nto listen to-stories of the dangers by field and flood that\\nbeset an American showman. The one exception was\\nMiss Lobelia Packer, and the reason she did not join\\nthe others in listening to Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s thrilling tales\\nwas because her host invited her to examine some pho\u00c2\u00ac\\ntographs that lay upon a table at the end of the room.\\nThey had not been there five minutes before the lord\\nproposed a stroll in the park.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Lobelia objected, coyly holding back,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cit is so dark out there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDark, Lady Lobelia? The stars are shining.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s damp, Lord Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dry as a bone,\u00e2\u0080\u009d protested the lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI do believe\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re afraid of me, Lady Lobelia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nEven while protesting the girl suffered herself to be\\ndrawn out of doors. Tucking her stout, strong arm\\nwithin his, the two walked on a minute in perfect silence.\\nIt was Lobelia who broke the silence by exclaiming,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, my lord, how pretty it is out here!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot half as pretty as you, Lady Lobelia. Nothing\\nin all the world is half as pretty as you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoodness, gracious, my lord! How you do flatter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsimpered Lobelia.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t flattery, you know it ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t,\u00e2\u0080\u009d protested the\\nlover, putting his arm around her waist and pressing\\nher close to his side. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Lobelia, I love you to\\ndistraction, you know I do. Name an early day or you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nsee me pine and die at your feet. You ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t that hard\\nhearted, are you? Say you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be mine and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be the\\nhappiest man in the whole world, positively the very\\nhappiest!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Bunger gave another squeeze to the waist of", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n133\\nthe too, too solid angel; her head drooped on his\\nshoulder, an act which the wooer construed as consent\\nand forthwith proceeded to manifest his delight after the\\nfashion peculiar to lovers. Lobelia looked very hand\u00c2\u00ac\\nsome in the moonlight, and as the florid lord gazed\\nat her golden hair, her fair face and full form, he felt\\nfor the moment that he wanted her as much as he wanted\\nher money. But Lobelia did not forget her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngood advice. Withdrawing from her noble lover\u00e2\u0080\u0099s em\u00c2\u00ac\\nbrace she exclaimed, \u00e2\u0080\u009cLa, mv lord, how you do muss my\\nhair!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Lord Bunger protested that it was her own fault\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094she was so lovely it was impossible to resist the temp\u00c2\u00ac\\nting tribute to her beauty. He declared that he loved\\nher to that degree he could not bear a minute\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nseparation; he wanted her to be his at once,\u00e2\u0080\u0094moreover,\\nthere would be danger in delay, even a week\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delay\\nmight make their marriage impossible.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to prevent it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the maiden, who by\\nno means liked the idea of a secret marriage; half the\\nglory in marrying a lord would be in the newspaper\\naccounts of the ceremony, in their description of the\\nbride\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dresses and of the distinguished people attend\u00c2\u00ac\\ning the wedding.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy darling Lobelia,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t under\u00c2\u00ac\\nstand English laws. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got a mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat can she do. You\u00e2\u0080\u0099re of age, ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nthe practical girl.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nothing in this country. Mothers have strict\\nrule over their sons until they\u00e2\u0080\u0099re thirty. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s got an\\neye on a rich old maid she wants me to marry. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve\\ngot nothing but my title. If my mother wants she can\\nleave everything, even this old park and castle, to some\\norphan asylum, and she\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do it, sure pop, if I marry\\nwithout her consent. My plan is to run up to Scotland\\nand get the knot tied before the old lady knows one\\nword about you. After the thing\u00e2\u0080\u0099s done she\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll forgive\\nand make up. I am her only son, see?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLobelia saw, but not in the way her lover desired her\\nto see! She liked her noble wooer, but not enough to", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "134\\nLORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\nforego the glory of a public wedding. On the other\\nhand she was loath to give him entirely up, and it seemed\\nshe would be obliged to do this unless she married him\\noff hand in Scotland.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are awful impetuous, Lord Bunger, she finally\\nsaid, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to make trouble between you and\\nyour mother and you mustn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make trouble between me\\nand my mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLady Lobelia,\u00e2\u0080\u009d insisted the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to\\nmake trouble between you and your mother. When we\\nlay the case before her she will certainly consent, if\\nshe is at all the lady I take her to be. She ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hard\u00c2\u00ac\\nhearted, she ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a murderess, she won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say no when\\nshe knows it will kill me to lose you! Now, my darling,\\none more kiss before we go into the house and see your\\nmother!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe reader who sympathizes with a pining lover will\\nno doubt regret to learn that when the case was -sub\u00c2\u00ac\\nmitted to Mrs. Packer, she did not prove as tender\u00c2\u00ac\\nhearted as Lord Hunger expected. In fact, the prospect\\nof her daughter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lover pining and dying produced no\\neffect at all upon the practical Chicagoan.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA Scotland marriage!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cried indignantly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\\nindeed! I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve heard tell of them kind of marriages. I\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t take no stock in \u00e2\u0080\u0099em. When Lobelia gets married,\\nLord Bunger, it shall be in church. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m thinking of\\nSt. Paul\u00e2\u0080\u0099s or Westminster Abbey!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHer host\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face dropped into such sudden and deep\\ngloom that Lobelia thought the pining process had al\u00c2\u00ac\\nready begun.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMa,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she pleaded, \u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother will for\u00c2\u00ac\\nbid the marriage if she hears of it. She don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncans and she wants Lord Bunger to marry a rich old\\nmaid that he fairly despises.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHates, Lady Lobelia, hates,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the lord. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nbe the death of me, Mrs. Packer, it will indeed, if you\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t consent to me and Lady Lobelia getting married.\\nI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t survive it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be so hard, ma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d pleaded Lobelia, deeply", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER PROPOSES\\n135\\naffected by the devotion of her noble lover, and also\\nperhaps by the thought that a bird in the hand might\\nbe worth two in the bush. She could get this lord and\\nit was possible that no suitor with a higher title might\\npresent himself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can come to Scotland with us,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe added by way of offering her mother a convincing\\nargument. Lord Bunger cast an ineffable look at his\\nlady-love.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo say yes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he urged, seizing Mrs. Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand\\nand squeezing it warmly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMake us both happy. We\\ncan take the twelve o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock train to-night and have it\\ntied tight and fast to-morrow before the old lady knows\\na word about it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Mrs. Packer thought of the glories of Wend-\\nham Castle, despite its fallen fortunes, and of the ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nquisite delight she would enjoy when gloating over her\\nChicago friends and referring to her son-in-law as a\\nLord and Peer of the Realm of England, she weakened\\nand partially consented that the Scotland marriage might\\ntake place, but she was firm in refusing to take any\\nmidnight train. She would not run away like a thief in\\nthe night. All of Lord Lunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guests were to take\\nthe train for London at 3:30 after Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s performance\\nthe next afternoon and it was finally agreed that the two\\nChicagoans and their host would arrange at Waterloo\\nStation to get away from the others, take the Scotland\\nexpress and have a quiet wedding on Wednesday morn\u00c2\u00ac\\ning.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIII.\\nMR. GASSAWAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BURGLAR.\\nEarly Monday morning, while Mr. Green Gassaway\\nwas quietly in bed dreaming of the good luck which\\nhad dropped him into the very thick of English high\\nlife, in an ancient castle with a hospitable English lord\\nas his host,\u00e2\u0080\u0094James, the solemn valet, let himself softly\\ninto the room to brush and arrange Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nclothing. James had performed this function a hundred\\ntimes for visitors at Wendham Castle, and always deftly\\nand without disturbing the guest\u00e2\u0080\u0099s slumbers. But Fate\\nordained it otherwise on the present occasion. In the\\nright hand pocket of the reporter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s trousers was a large\\nand curious knife which the ingenious Mr. Gassaway\\nhad purchased with a view to service on his tramp\\nthrough Europe. The main blade, six inches long, was\\nintended not only to cut bread and cheese, but in an\\nemergency to serve as a weapon of defense. There was\\nalso a spoon, a fork and a corkscrew,\u00e2\u0080\u0094all designed to\\nassist Mr. Gassaway in his modest housekeeping ar\u00c2\u00ac\\nrangements. None of these articles, however, was the\\nsolemn valet accustomed to find in gentlemen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pockets,\\nconsequently when James drew this multi-bladed knife\\nfrom the depths of Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pocket his first\\nthought was that it was some sort of an infernal machine.\\nJames had a vague idea that all Americans carried such\\nnefarious contrivances and exploded them on short no\u00c2\u00ac\\ntice and slighter provocation. Afraid to grasp the thing\\nfirmly, James let it slip from his fingers, and as it fell\\non the floor it made a loud noise. James turned to see\\nif the noise had disturbed Mr. Gassaway; apparently\\nit had not. At any rate there was no movement on the\\npart of the slumberer and James proceeded to remove\\n136", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the man, \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are wanted", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "MR. GAS SAW AY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BURGLAR\\n137\\nthe rest of the contents of the reporter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pockets prelimi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnary to giving his clothes a thorough brushing.\\nNow as a matter of fact the \u00e2\u0080\u009cdull thud\u00e2\u0080\u009d of the knife\\nas it struck the hardwood floor did arouse Gassaway;\\nhe opened his eyes and in a moment dreams of the\\nG. A. N. were put to flight. Mr. Gassaway warily\\nwatched the man who was making so free with his\\npockets and property. Having more experience with\\nthe humbler side of life than with lords who supply their\\nguests with valets, and making no doubt but that a\\nburglar was prosecuting his nefarious trade within the\\nsacred precincts of Wendham Castle, the author reached\\nstealthily under his pillow, drew forth the self-cocking\\nrevolver he had placed there on retiring, and just as\\nthe solemn James was fishing up a lot of loose silver\\nand a bunch of keys from Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s trouser pock\u00c2\u00ac\\nets, the author of the future G. A. N. suddenly sat bolt\\nupright in bed, presented his revolver and sternly said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDrop it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSo noiseless had been the reporter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s movements, James\\ndid not notice them until he heard the words \u00e2\u0080\u009cdrop it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt sight of the revolver the valet gave a yell that was\\nheard of the furthest end of the castle, and made a wild\\nrush through the door. The bullet which Gassaway let\\nfly whizzed past his cheek and buried itself in the wall.\\nThe collector of pointers leaped Qut of bed and started\\nin hot pursuit; the terrified servant flew down the stairs\\nand through the halls and drawing-rooms, yelling at\\nevery step, Gassaway in his night gown almost at his\\nheels, the smoking pistol in his hand. It was six o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock\\nin the morning. The pistol-shot, the clatter of flying\\nfeet, the overturning of chairs and tables, James\u00e2\u0080\u0099 ag\u00c2\u00ac\\nonized howls for help, Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s yells of \u00e2\u0080\u009cStop thief!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094all this aroused every inmate of the castle. Heads,\\nthe owners of which were in varying degrees of appre\u00c2\u00ac\\nhension and curiosity, protruded from slightly opened\\ndoors, and the owners of the heads screamed out to know\\nwhat was the matter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMatter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d yelled Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a burglar in", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "138\\nMR. GAS SAW AY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BURGLAR\\nthe house. I just shot him. Come on! We\u00e2\u0080\u0099re bound\\nto catch him. He darted up into this hall a moment\\nago!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this the maids began to scream. Mrs. Packer put\\nher head out of her door and announced that Lobelia\\nwas about to faint. Lady Lobelia jerked her mother\\nback and told her not to talk silly the male portion of\\nthe castle\u00e2\u0080\u0099s occupants were not in a hurry to come out\\nand help catch the thief, no doubt thinking it more\\nproper to first put themselves in presentable garbs. Thus\\nthe valiant reporter found himself alone in liis scant\\nattire in that dimly-lighted baronial hall, the enemy no\\nlonger in sight.\\nDespite his absorbing love of literature, Mr. Gassaway\\nwas not ignorant of the arts of war. He had participated\\nin more than one border affray, and knew how unpleas\u00c2\u00ac\\nant it is to have an enemy \u00e2\u0080\u009cget the drop\u00e2\u0080\u009d on you. Ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncordingly, at the instant that the doors opening into the\\nhall were slammed to and every head had retired from\\nsight, Gassaway stepped quickly back against the wall\\nto guard himself from attack in the rear; then he peered\\nintently around in the semi-darkness and at length got\\na glimpse of the unlucky valet crouching under a table\\nat the far end of the hall. Poor James\u00e2\u0080\u0099 condition was\\nnot pleasant; his teeth chattered, his frame shivered, he\\nwas almost in a state of collapse.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI give you just one minute to git out of there,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried\\nGassaway, leveling his revolver.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor God\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sake don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shoot, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d implored the un\u00c2\u00ac\\nhappy valet. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only me, James, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u0094his lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvalet. If you won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shoot I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll come out, sir, I will\\nindeed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome right out and hold up your hands,\u00e2\u0080\u009d commanded\\nMr. Gassaway. The fellow crawled out and held up\\nboth hands; he did not care for another bullet from the\\ndoughty reporter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pistol.\\nWhile James shivered with cold and fright, his hands\\nstretched up as high as he could hold them, Gassaway\\nyelled at the top of his lungs, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got him, lord. Tell", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "MR. GAS SAW AY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BURGLAR\\n139\\nthe ladies not to be afraid. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got him at the muzzle\\nof my gun.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere was a partial opening of doors and thrusting\\nout of heads, and finally Lord Bunger stepped into the\\nhall robed in a long dressing-gown; he moved cautiously\\nat first but when he saw through the dusky light the\\nalarming predicament of the usually sedate and well-\\nbehaved James, he peered around to discover the bloody\\nburglar who was holding him up; perceiving no one\\nbut his guest, the author-reporter, the noble host stepped\\nboldly forward and frowned severely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is all this?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he demanded with an air of pom\u00c2\u00ac\\npous authority. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter, Gassaway? What\\nhave you been doing, James?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat have I been doing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried James in an injured,\\nindignant tone, letting both arms drop to his side. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNot\\na bloomin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 thing except what we agreed on, and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be\\ndamned if I do it any more if I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m to be fired on and\\nshot in the back and hunted about the castle like a wild\\nbeast. If this is what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s to come of our game, Bunger,\\nthe sooner we\u00e2\u0080\u0099re out of it the better!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou idiot!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the noble master, hoarse with rage\\nas he rushed up to the injured servitor, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll kill you\\nmyself if you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hold your tongue! I will, by G-!\\nYou know me. I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stand no fooling!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nJames, pale with a new fear, retreated against the wall.\\nLord Bunger subdued his anger and turned to the re\u00c2\u00ac\\nporter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Gassaway,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, wiping his brow, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhat\\nhas James been doing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJames?\u00e2\u0080\u009d echoed Gassaway, beginning to realize that\\nsomething was wrong. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs that James? I didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t recog\u00c2\u00ac\\nnize him in the dark.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou see it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s James,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the host, gruffly. But,\\nwhether from prince or pauper, gruffness never disturbed\\nMr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s equanimity.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, whoever he is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d responded the reporter, cheer\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI caught him just now in my room going through\\nmy pockets. I ordered him to drop my things; at sound", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "140\\nMR. GASS A WAY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S BURGLAR\\nof my voice he made a rush to the door, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094I let fly\\nat him a shot from my gun.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd a pretty mess you have made of it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted\\nthe lord with angry disgust. \u00e2\u0080\u009cJames is a blooming good\\nfellow, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099d no more steal your things than the Prince\\nof Wales would. He was obeying my orders\u00e2\u0080\u0094getting\\nyour things in trim as valets always do at Wendham\\nCastle, and you try to kill him for it. You must have\\nbeen dreaming you were out among the bloody Injuns\\nof America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot a bit of it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Mr. Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOn the\\ncontrary I was sleepily thinking over a chapter for the\\nG. A. N. when in creeps your valet. It was rather dark\\nin my room; I did not recognize James. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m not up\\nto this valet business anyway; at home I brush my own\\nclothes. So when I see a man taking money out of my\\npockets before it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s quite day I take him to be a burglar.\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the up and down of it, lord. If I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d shot James\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d have been awfully sorry, but no harm\u00e2\u0080\u0099s done and\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098All\u00e2\u0080\u0099s well that ends well\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am not so sure about that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d growled Lord Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis bullet blowed along my cheek,\u00e2\u0080\u009d moaned the in\u00c2\u00ac\\njured James.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss an inch is as good as a mile,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the cheer\u00c2\u00ac\\nful Mr. Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCome to my room, James, and\\nyou shall have a sovereign for your scare. I reckon\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worth that much to you and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m sure it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worth that\\nmuch to me. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make a special chapter for the G. A.\\nN. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go to my room and pickle the pointer while it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhot.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIV.\\nTHE BARTONS DINE IN GREAT BARRINGTON SQUARE.\\nWhile the Packers were enjoying the glories of Wend-\\nham Castle the Bartons were given a dinner by Lady\\nApohaqui in London. The American ladies would have\\nfound the dinner dull except for the fact that they were\\nmeeting members of the English nobility and taking\\nnote of the manners and customs of a class altogether\\nnew to them. There was a stout, elderly rector, \u00e2\u0080\u0094very\\nheavy, Grace thought\u00e2\u0080\u0094an old lady with lorgnettes, the\\nDowager Countess of Loughboro, a ruddy faced Colonel\\nwho looked as though his collar was gradually choking\\nhim into a fit of apoplexy, Mr. Montrose Morton and\\ntheir host. Lady Apohaqui was quite affable. She\\ninformed Mrs. Barton that she had obtained cards for\\nher and daughters to Lady Defeese\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ball, and that\\nthey would see theje many of the English uppertendom.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d rejoined Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit is\\nvery kind of you. When we came over we had no ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npectation of seeing any great people. We are so demo\u00c2\u00ac\\ncratic in our country. We have been quite lucky meet\u00c2\u00ac\\ning titled gentlemen. Grace, who was that lord we met\\nat Windsor?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Lady Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI do\\nnot remember any Lord Bunger. Charles, do you know\\nLord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNever heard of him before,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the young peer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe were disappointed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cin not being\\npermitted to see Windsor Castle. It seems the Queen\\nwas there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVisitors are never allowed to* enter when her Majesty\\nis there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf that is so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthen a countryman of ours\\n141", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "142\\nTHE BARTONS DINE OUT\\nwas more favored than usual. As we stood at the gate\\nwe saw Mr. Blower walking about inside, looking as\\npleased and proud as though he owned the place.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBlower, the showman?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, our cheery fellow-passenger. Grace and I have\\nhalf a mind to apply to Mr. Blower for a place in his\\nshow. His Prodigies are to perform before the Queen\\nand the Royal family. If we could only take a part\\nwe would get a good look at her Majesty.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is hardly necessary to make yourself a Prodigy to\\nsee her Majesty,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord Apohaqui; \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan Ambassador can get you cards to a drawing-room.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worth the trouble,\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Mrs. Barton,\\nserenely; \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve read about the Queen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s drawing-rooms\\nand what an awful undertaking they are. It wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\npay us to go through with one.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, smiling, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthink of the\\nsplendor! Grace and I would be delighted, were it only\\npossible for us to be presented.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is quite possible,\u00e2\u0080\u009d graciously remarked Lady Apo^-\\nhaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMany American women are presented to the\\nQueen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt must be dreadful for old ladies,\u00e2\u0080\u009d observed Mrs.\\nBarton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy dreadful?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the Dowager Countess of\\nLoughboro, eyeing the American through her lorgnettes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI call it dreadful for old ladies to wear low neck\\ndresses and short sleeves,\u00e2\u0080\u009d calmly replied Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do it, not for\u00e2\u0080\u0094not if the Queen were to\\nmake me a Duchess. You English do look at things\\nso differently from the way we consider them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn what do we differ?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the Dowager Countess,\\nher glasses still in position.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, pretty nearly every way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton, sweetly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the use of such great high walls\\naround your grounds? In Alabama we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have walls\\naround our yards. We want every one to see our pretty\\nlawns and flowers. It is very dismal to drive about and\\nsee only brick walls. And then, rich as the Queen is,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "THE BARTONS DINE OUT\\n143\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m astonished she lives in such a place as Windsor\\nCastle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat!\u00e2\u0080\u009d gasped the Dowager Countess of Loughboro,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Windsor Castle grand enough for you Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncans?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s entirely too grand,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\\nlooks like a great big prison. Americans shut up lunatics\\nand murderers in places with high walls like those at\\nWindsor. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how the Queen contents herself\\nwith such a gloomy place.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace, with a smile and a blush,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought Windsor Castle a magnificent old building,\\njust suited for a Queen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied her mother, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say it isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsuited for a Queen; Queens, I reckon, are not allowed,\\nor supposed, to live like other people. But you know,\\nGrace, no matter how rich an American woman is, she\\ndoesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shut herself up in a walled castle as if she ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npected enemies to plant cannon in front of it to besiege\\nher. Of course though,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added Mrs. Barton, reflectively,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cpeople so old-fashioned as to have Queens will have\\ncastles to keep \u00e2\u0080\u0099em in. But I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like it if I were\\nQueen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure. Lady Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Montrose\\nMorton, wishing to make amends for his countrywoman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ngaucherie, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe Americans might profit by adopting\\nmany of your English customs. We are too democratic;\\nevery year brings a new proof of how desirable it would\\nbe for the United States to possess a solid aristocracy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow do you mean solid?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI mean fixed by law,\u00e2\u0080\u009d explained Mr. Morton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\nhave our four hundred, the aristocracy of New York,\\nand so recognized by all people of fashion; but, my lord,\\nsuch is the power of demagogism in our country that\\nthere is as yet no legal recognition of titles nor of the\\nFour Hundred.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace and Clara looked at Mr. Morton, a comical\\nlittle smile quivering on their lips. Lord Apohaqui,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "144\\nTHE BARTONS DINE OUT\\ncurious to understand that smile, asked Grace how she\\nviewed the question of an American Aristocracy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace lightly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe are from the South,\\nwhere there isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t even a sign of a Four Hundred. We\\nare plain, old-fashioned democrats who believe in equal\\nrights, as Jefferson did.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Morton, reflectively, \u00e2\u0080\u009caristoc\u00c2\u00ac\\nracy must have wealth to support it. There is not much\\nwealth in the Southern States of America, consequently\\none finds there little of the spirit of an aristocratic leisure\\nclass. Miss Barton is not to be blamed for failing to\\nadvocate the Four Hundred, although,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094with a graci\u00c2\u00ac\\nous bow,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cno one would more adorn the charmed\\ncircle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes danced with merriment, but she assumed\\na serious air as she said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Morton, your compli\u00c2\u00ac\\nment, coming from a member of New York\u00e2\u0080\u0099s famous set,\\nis more than I expected. Were I not hedged in on\\nboth sides I would rise and make you my very best\\ndancing-school courtesy. Please take the will for the\\ndeed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHumph,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Lady Apohaqui, who all along\\nhad been critically observing Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is too sharp.\\nI fear she is self-willed and opinionated.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s as bright as she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s beautiful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Lord\\nApohaqui, glancing at his mother to see how she was\\naffected.\\nMr. Morton now drew a comparison between the\\nvulgar crowds which push their way into the White\\nHouse receptions, and the elegant drawing-rooms of\\nthe Queen.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it possible,\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lady Apohaaui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat anybody\\nmay go to your President\u00e2\u0080\u0099s receptions?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, anybody, whether a millionaire Senator or a\\nstreet-sweeper. No costume is prescribed, no courtesy\\nrequired. The wife of a millionaire may be elbowed by\\nher own cook.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow extraordinary,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the Dowager Count\u00c2\u00ac\\ness, across the table.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "THE BARTONS DINE OUT\\n145\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow perfectly monstrous!\u00e2\u0080\u009d chimed in the hostess.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s monstrous,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented Mr. Morton; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe\\nol the Four Hundred know that, but the common rabble\\noutnumber us, consequently we seldom attend the Presi\u00c2\u00ac\\ndent\u00e2\u0080\u0099s receptions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFancy Buckingham Palace or Windsor Castle over\u00c2\u00ac\\nrun by the mob!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the Dowager Countess.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would kill her Majesty. She could not stand it a\\nsingle night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098As long as the rabble have the same right to vote\\nas men of wealth and social position,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Morton,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cwe cannot hope for anything better, unless, indeed, the\\nSenate comes to the rescue. The Senate is largely\\ncomposed of millionaires, of men who understand and\\nappreciate the responsibilities of wealth and who know\\nthe dangers inherent to democracy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow could the Senate remedy matters?\u00e2\u0080\u009d ashed the\\nruddy-faced Colonel.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think sooner or later the Senate will take the ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion in hand and use its confirming power to give the\\ngreat political positions to those whose wealth entitles\\nthem to such prominence. It is absurd to allow as much\\npolitical power to a beggar who hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a dollar as to\\na railroad president who has millions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace kept her eyes downcast and her lips tightly\\nclosed. Once or twice Lord Apohaqui thought she was\\nabout to break out with impetuosity, whether of approval\\nor disapprove he could not tell. Presently he said:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton, do you agree with Mr. Morton, or\\nhave you never given such subjects attention?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf I thought Mr. Morton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s predictions would come\\ntrue,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI would emigrate to \u00e2\u0080\u0094to Africa,\\nor to any other benighted land, rather than live in a\\ncountry so false to its principles as America would be\\nshould she establish an aristocratic class.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t talk of emigrating,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nwish to leave Alabama, and there isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the least danger\\nof the Senate doing such dreadful things. Mr. Morton\\nknows New York is the only city that has a Four Hun-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "146\\nTHE BARTONS DINE OUT\\ndred; no other city wants such an organization, vague\\nand unwritten as it is. Grace, you heard Mrs. Packer\\nsay how Chicago tried to get up a Four Hundred but\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do it. New York\u00e2\u0080\u0099s uppertendom can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make\\ndukes and lords any more than I can make boots and\\nshoes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nEverybody laughed, even Mr. Montrose Morton; then\\nthe Four Hundred were dropped and peace reigned un\u00c2\u00ac\\ntil, in an unlucky moment, the Dowager Countess across\\nthe table asked Mr. Morton if there was any probability\\nof Church and State being united in America as they\\nwere in England. Mr. Morton didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know; that was\\na subject he had not turned his attention to.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a very important question,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Dowager\\nCountess, who was a staunch Church of England woman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the portly rector, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit is a very important\\nquestion. A people without an established Church must\\ngreatly suffer for want of true spiritual instruction.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, placidly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat an\\nestablished Church would suit our country. You have\\nno idea, Lady Apohaqui, how shocking it seems to\\nAmericans to see people buying and selling the right\\nto preach the Gospel of our Savior. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what happens\\nunder your system. Only yesterday Grace saw in the\\nLondon \u00e2\u0080\u009cTimes\u00e2\u0080\u009d an advertisement of an advowson for\\nsale. Some lord had a church living to dispose of. The\\nadvertisement said that the present rector was old and\\nlikely to die at any moment and the lord of the manor\\nwould sell the right to preach to the highest bidder.\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think anything in America can seem as odd to\\nyou as this seems to us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen Mrs. Barton proceeded to mention two or three\\nother English, customs that struck her as peculiar. One\\nwas that of people in mourning going to balls and\\ndancing.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is not so odd as it seems,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui,\\nsmiling; \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhenever a foreign potentate dies, our Court\\norders thirty days\u00e2\u0080\u0099 mourning. Nobody really grieves\\nwhen the King of Siam dies, or when the Shah of Persia", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "THE BARTONS DINE OUT\\n147\\nis assassinated; some prince or princess is always dying,\\nand if people stopped dancing because they have to go\\ninto mourning for them, they would have to give up\\ndancing altogether.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn that case,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI would not stop\\ndancing, but I would stop putting on mourning for peo\u00c2\u00ac\\nple I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know and don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care for. The President\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nreceptions may not be all they should be, as Mr. Morton\\nsays, but there you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see people in mourning, Lord\\nApohaqui, and you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see people sticking each other\\nwith pins.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui inwardly groaned. He knew Mr.\\nMontrose Morton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eulogy of English society could not\\nbear too close inspection; the young nobleman himself\\nhad witnessed disgraceful scrambling in some of the\\nmost aristocratic drawing-rooms in London, and he only\\nhoped that Mr. Morton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s strictures of the President\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nWhite House receptions might be forgotten. But in\\nher innocent way, Mrs. Barton was merciless.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStick each other with pins?\u00e2\u0080\u009d feebly asked\u00e2\u0080\u0094almost\\ngasped\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Dowager Countess across the table.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, they do that in London, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve heard. Maybe\\nthe London papers don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t print such things, but Grace\\nsaw it in the Talledega \u00e2\u0080\u0098Appeal\u00e2\u0080\u0099. There was an awful\\ncrowd at one of the Queen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s drawing-rooms and a titled\\nwoman tried her best to see what was going on, but\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t because in front of her sat a stout woman with\\nbare arms and neck and shoulders. The \u00e2\u0080\u0098Appeal\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said\\nthat after leaning first to one side, then to the other, the\\ngreat lady deliberately took a long pin out of her hair\\nand jabbed it in the fat woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoulder.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I remember reading that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d admitted Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe paper said the large woman gave a scream that\\nwas heard all over the room.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat puzzled me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwas\\nthe aggressor\u00e2\u0080\u0099s motive. The large woman didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t get out\\nof her way and I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t suppose the other woman ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npected her to. She was wedged in so tight there was no", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "148\\nTHE BARTONS DINE OUT\\ngetting away, and the excitable person could not see\\na whit better after using that pin than she did before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe English people at the table were polite enough, or\\ncurious enough, to give their guests full play in their\\nexhibition of democratic enthusiasm and lack of respect\\nfor other people\u00e2\u0080\u0099s saints and loves. When finally the\\ndinner party was over and Lord Apohaqui found him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself alone with his mother, she declared herself unequivo\u00c2\u00ac\\ncally opposed to the match. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do at all,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton is not the girl for a British noble\u00c2\u00ac\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the objection?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the son.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe has entirely too much temper; she has had her\\nown way too much. Her opinions are not those of a\\ngirl in our station; besides, her mother-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t propose to marry the mother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted\\nthe young man frowningly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe girl is young and\\npretty, in fact by long odds the prettiest girl I know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWith your title and your appearance, Charles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094be\u00c2\u00ac\\ngan the mother. The young man laughed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMother, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t find my appearance as attractive as\\nyou seem to suppose. As to my title, every woman in\\nEngland knows that a title and a dilapidated castle are\\nall I have got. What English girl will give youth and\\nbeauty and money for a title?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlenty of them would,\u00e2\u0080\u009d asserted Lady Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHowever, Charles, since the trip to Falmouth has been\\nplanned, we shall see more of the girl and her family\\nbefore we utterly abandon the alliance. I must say,\\nthough, that, from the way things now look, a marriage\\nwith Miss Barton would involve you in disaster. Both\\nmother and daughter seem little short of being anar\u00c2\u00ac\\nchists", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XV.\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED.\\nOn the Monday following the dinner at Great Barring\u00c2\u00ac\\nton Square, Lord and Lady Apohaqui, accompanied by\\ntheir guests, the Bartons and Mr. Montrose Morton,\\nstarted for Brighton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe weather is so beautiful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Lord Apohaqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat instead of going direct to\\nthe castle we shall go to Brighton and then, after tak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning luncheon on the hotel piazza in full view of the sea,\\nwe shall drive to Falmouth. It is only twelve miles\\nfrom Brighton, and the road runs through a pretty bit\\nof country.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui had written his steward ordering\\ncarriages sent to Brighton, but William, the solemn valet,\\nneglected to post his master\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter until that same Mon\u00c2\u00ac\\nday morning, consequently when the party arrived at\\nBrighton the lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s carriages were not there. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps\\nthey went to the wrong hotel,\u00e2\u0080\u009d suggested Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui, and directed William to inquire at the leading\\nhostelries. When he returned it was with a mixture\\nof good and bad news. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t sent no carriages,\\nm\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud, but Mr. Covey of the Royal Oak says as he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nbe happy if your lordship will take his carry-all which\\nhas four seats and will hold everything quite comfort\u00c2\u00ac\\nable, sir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis untoward incident annoyed Lord Apohaqui; he\\ndid not like his guests to think the servants at Falmouth\\nso indifferent to his orders. However, there seemed to\\nbe no help for it and they started off in the long carry-\\nall of the Royal Oak Hotel.\\nIn winter, saturated with fog and mist, England is\\ndreary beyond expression; but it is brilliantly beautiful\\nin the crisp, invigorating air of a cloudless June day.\\nAs the young lord and his party drove along the road\\n149", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "150\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\nleading north from Brighton they gave themselves up to\\nthe enjoyment of nature. Only once was there anything\\nlike a discussion; that was when they were passing a\\ngrand old country-seat surrounded by a deer-park and\\nshaded by stately oaks. Mr. Montrose Morton, who\\noccupied the middle seat with Miss Clara, said sedately:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you admire a castle and grounds like that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey are beautiful, indeed. Nobody could help ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nmiring a castle with trees and a deer-park.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mr. Morton logically, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhy do you\\nnot admire the system that produces such beautiful re\u00c2\u00ac\\nsults?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you and your sister condemned the\\nEnglish system of titles? Why are the counties in\\nAmerica not dotted with parks and p.alaces? Because we\\nhave no hereditary nobility. In our democratic country\\nproperty is cut up after a man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s death into small portions;\\nevery child, no matter if there be a dozen, may be given\\nan equal portion. This continual leveling process pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nvents the erection of stately country houses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuch a system as obtains here must cultivate selfish\u00c2\u00ac\\nness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099d rather live in a cottage and see\\nall my brothers and sisters also in cottages, than live\\nin a grand castle while they lived in poverty. People\\nhad better be poor than unjust, and it is unjust for one\\nchild to inherit all, or nearly all the property.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton and Lady Apohaqui were on the seat\\nbehind Mr. Montrose Morton and Clara. On the last\\nseat sat William with folded arms, as upright as though\\nhe had swallowed a poker. Grace was on the front seat\\nwith Lord Apohaqui who was driving. Mrs. Barton\\ninterrupted her conversation with Lady Apohaqui to lean\\nforward and observe: \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think Clara is quite right, Mr.\\nMorton. It does make men selfish,\u00e2\u0080\u0094no doubt of it.\\nOnly last winter, when Cecil Haverton, the half-brother\\nof Lord Harleigh, was at Mrs. Pine Knickerbocker\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nball in New York a cablegram was brought in. Mrs.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\n151\\nKnickerbocker was with Mr. Haverton when he read\\nthe dispatch, and what do you suppose he said?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t imagine,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Morton, with a bored air.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe reached out his hand and said: \u00e2\u0080\u0098Congratulate\\nme, Mrs. Knickerbocker, I have just become an earl!\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nThe cablegram was from England telling of his brother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsudden death, and Cecil Haverton rejoiced because it\\nelevated him to the peerage. I call that heartless selfish-\\nMr. Morton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Morton bowed and Mrs. Barton continued, \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis\\nway of giving everything to the eldest son makes men\\nmercenary. Mrs. Knickerbocker says Lord Haverton\\nmade no secret of his desire to marry money; he ad\u00c2\u00ac\\nmitted he was looking for an American heiress. There\\nare some American men mean enough to do this, but\\nthey hide it all they can. We don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t approve of mer\u00c2\u00ac\\ncenary matches: do you, Lady Apohaqui?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think we English are quite as sentimental as\\nyou Americans,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the English lady, smiling.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe believe in arranging suitable matches between suit\u00c2\u00ac\\nable families. Prudent mothers are more successful than\\nrash daughters. The young people can learn to love\\nafter marriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut if they don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\u00e2\u0080\u0094how awful!\u00e2\u0080\u009d persisted the senti\u00c2\u00ac\\nmental Mrs. Barton. Grace put an end to the discussion\\nby attracting her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s attention.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLook, mamma! Lord Apohaqui says the place\\nyonder is Falmouth Castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe turrets of the castle could just be seen above the\\nfoliage of the trees in the surrounding park. When they\\nreached the gate no keeper came out to meet them.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWilliam, see what is the matter with Hodgers,\u00e2\u0080\u009d com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmanded Lord Apohaqui, impatiently. The dignified\\nWilliam unfolded his arms, clambered down from his\\nhigh seat and knocked at the door of the lodge house.\\nThere was no response. William pounded on the door,\\nbut still no Hodgers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUpon my word,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the young lord angrily,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "152\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthese beggars are sailing with a high hand! I wonder\\nif they have deserted the place.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly idling, Charles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d suggested his mother, \u00e2\u0080\u009cor frol\u00c2\u00ac\\nicking\u00e2\u0080\u0094perhaps intoxicated.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA few minutes later the carry-all drew up in front of\\nthe castle entrance. Strange noises came from within\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nloud laughter, hand-clapping, stamping of feet, shouts\\nand yells. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey must be demented,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Lady\\nApohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt sounds like a lunatic asylum.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Her\\nson\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face became stern. The party alighted and stood\\nbefore the door, the knocker of which William was\\npounding vigorously. Only the lunatic noises re\u00c2\u00ac\\nsponded,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the loud guffaws, the stamping of feet and\\nthe clapping of hands. William continued to beat the\\nhuge iron knocker, until at last a maidser-vant appeared.\\nAt sight of Lord Apohaqui she gave a piercing scream\\nand fled down the long hall as if she had seen a ghost.\\nPerfectly dumbfounded, Lord Apohaqui entered, fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed by the entire party. A moment later they stood\\nat the threshold of the great oak dining-hall whence\\nissued the boisterous sounds. The scene before them\\nwas astonishing. In the center of the room, holding a\\nbilliard cue, was a slender girl; surrounding her were\\nsix burly menservants, apparently using their utmost\\nstrength to wrest the cue from the girl who seemed to\\nhold on without the least exertion. The excited crowd\\nwas composed of the castle servants and Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nvisitors, among whom, to the amazement of the new\u00c2\u00ac\\ncomers, they saw Rhett Calhoun, Green Gassaway and\\nthe Packers. The hilarious crowd did not perceive the\\nnew arrivals. Mrs. Packer, resplendent in a gorgeous\\nWorth gown, was the first to see them.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoodness gracious me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she exclaimed, with a pat\u00c2\u00ac\\nronizing smile at the Bartons. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen did you arrive\\nat the castle? And Lord Apohaqui too? This is truly\\na surprise. Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0094sly man\u00e2\u0080\u0094never told us he\\nexpected you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I declare,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway, jovially, bustling", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\n153\\nup with a beaming face, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe had no idea you\u00e2\u0080\u0099d be down.\\nHow are you, lord? This is a jolly crowd, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is going on?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHas\\nthe place become converted into an insane asylum?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cInsane with mirth, lord, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all; innocent amuse\u00c2\u00ac\\nment, Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Prodigies\u00e2\u0080\u0094quite the fad now to see\\nBlower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s Prodigies. Lord Bunger brought \u00e2\u0080\u0099em down\\nfor the special benefit of his guests.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord who?\u00e2\u0080\u009d sharply questioned Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe lord of this castle, over there in the corner.\\nBetween you and me, lord, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dead gone\u00e2\u0080\u0094sure case,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094splendid girl\u00e2\u0080\u0094rolling in wealth,;\u00e2\u0080\u0094good catch, even for\\na lord.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nApohaqui looked in the direction Gassaway indicated.\\nThere, snugly apart from the herd of excited servitors,\\nsat Lord Bunger and Lady Lobelia, apparently as happy\\nand serene as if they were entirely alone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs that Lord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he seen you and\\nthe ladies yet? I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll call him. \u00e2\u0080\u0098Lord Bunger,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he shouted,\\nin stentorian tones that went entirely over the hubbub\\nof the crowd. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re wanted here, Lord Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLady Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s lover lifted his eyes from the lily-white\\nfingers he was caressing, and cast them toward the sound\\nof Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice. As he looked, a strange, deadly\\nillness seemed to attack him; the ruddiness of his cheeks\\ngave way to ghastly pallor; he dropped the fingers of\\nhis adored; a shudder went over his body and he fell\\nflat to the floor. Lobelia screamed and knelt by his\\nside. Every eye turned to see what was the matter, and\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094the whole crowd of laughing, shouting servants made\\na rush for the doors. The silence they left behind was\\nbroken by Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wails over the prostrate Bunger.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, please send for a doctor!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cried. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let\\nhim die! Send for a doctor!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe sudden disappearance of his audience puzzled Mr.\\nBlower; the performance came to a standstill; and when,\\nlooking about for an explanation of the phenomenon,\\nhe espied Lord Apohaqui near the door, a grin over-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "154\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\nspread his face. Striding up to the nobleman, he made\\na theatrical obeisance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDe-lighted to see you, my lord! This is a most un\u00c2\u00ac\\nexpected pleasure! You should have come sooner,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the\\nperformance is now about over.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe noble lord did not receive this in the friendly\\nmanner expected. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow dare you degrade this Hall\\nwith your vulgar performance?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he demanded angrily.\\nAt this insulting question Mr. Blower\u00e2\u0080\u0099s western blood\\ntook fire.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Til have you know, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m an\\nAmerican gentleman; and an American gentleman, sir,\\nis a sovereign; and an American sovereign, sir, is the\\nequal of any white skinned lord that ever hopped around\\non two feet!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCrazy as a Bedlamite!\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered the lord, staring\\nat Blower in amazement; then he strode across the hall\\nto the distant corner where Lobelia was kneeling by the\\nside of her prostrate lover. Mrs. Packer stood by look\u00c2\u00ac\\ning on with an anxious face. Rhett Calhoun was feeling\\nLord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pulse. A little to one side stood Mr.\\nGassaway, note-book in hand, surveying the situation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be alarmed, Mrs. Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, as he\\nceased his examination. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNothing serious is the matter.\\nHe will be all right in a few minutes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui paid little attention to Bunger on the\\nfloor, but he eyed Mrs. Packer and her daughter in no\\npleasant way. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said to the elder woman,\\nsarcasm in his tone, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmay I ask how it happens that\\nI find you and your daughter in this house?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAll the pride of the Packers and the Packer millions\\nwas aroused at this question.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou may ask all you please,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she snapped, her heart\\nswelling with indignation, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll answer as little as I\\nplease. Mr. Calhoun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she added, turning to Rhett,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthe lord of this castle being struck down by the hand\\nof God, so to speak, as your countrywoman, I claim\\nyour protection from insolent intruders in this castle.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett assured her that Lord Apohaqui had no inten-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\n155\\ntion of insulting her; Gassaway also spoke up: \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf\\ncourse he doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mean to insult you, Mrs. Packer. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nall a little comedy. We haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t quite caught on to the\\ngame, lord, but I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m taking notes. An interesting situa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion, very!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let him die, ma!\u00e2\u0080\u009d wailed Lobelia, stroking her\\nlover\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you do something, somebody?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe can put him in a chair,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway, briskly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bring him around. Rhett, just give him a lift;\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take his head, you take his feet,\u00e2\u0080\u0094there, heave away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDespite Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heavy weight they succeeded in\\nlifting him into an arm-chair, where he sat, a pitiable\\nobject, his head hanging on his breast, his arms limp by\\nhis sides.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter with him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest idea,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Rhett. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\\nappeared in perfect health until a few moments ago\\nwhen he suddenly fell to the floor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Calhoun,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou talk and\\nact like a sane man, though I find you here with a set\\nof lunatics. Can you explain how these people came\\nto this house? Plow came you here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is easily answered; we are all here by the invi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntation of Lord Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is Lord Bunger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe gentleman you see there in the chair. We are\\nhis guests. He invited us to visit his castle, and here\\nwe are.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDoes he claim to be master here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s about the size of it, lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gassaway answered,\\ncheerfully.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe a lord? Why, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my valet! The infernal scamp!\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll send him to jail for this.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAn anxious, pale little face had been peering in at\\na side door watching the proceedings. The owner of\\nthis face now bounded forward, fell on her knees at\\nLord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feet and burst out into an agonized\\nprayer to the angry nobleman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Jenny, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be too hard on", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "156\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\nJim! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only a lark, m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud, indeed and indeed nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nelse but a lark. He never meant no harm to nobody.\\nOh! dear m\u00e2\u0080\u0099lud, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t send him to jail. Me and Jim\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbeen promised in marriage these two years!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLeave the room,\u00e2\u0080\u009d commanded Lord Apohaqui, stern\u00c2\u00ac\\nly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll attend to Bunger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this speech Miss Lobelia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face turned very pale,\\nbut, to show her scorn and her disbelief in the cruel\\nstatements about her lover, she leaned over the uncon\u00c2\u00ac\\nscious Bunger and took his hand and held it tightly.\\nWhile this was going on, Lady Apohaqui and her\\nguests had returned to the drawing-room. Lady Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui treated the disturbance lightly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is nothing\\nserious,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNot expecting their master\u00e2\u0080\u0094he\\nso seldom appears among them,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the servants were hav\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a little frolic. They will soon subside into their\\nproper places.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are surprised,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cat seeing Mrs. and\\nMiss Packer here. When they left the Metropole they\\ntold us they had been invited by Lord Bunger to visit\\nWendham Castle. Is that castle in this neighborhood?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere is no Wendham Castle about here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned\\nLady Apohaqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand I never heard of Lord Bunger\\nuntil you mentioned his name. Perhaps the Packers\\ncan explain.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter a few words between Lord Apohaqui, Rhett\\nand Gassaway, the two Americans undertook the task\\nof explaining matters to Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean to\\nsay,\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded that lady, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no lord at all?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is what Lord Apohaqui declares; he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s only a\\nvalet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t believe it. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spite work. Some people,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\ndarting a glance at the Bartons, \u00e2\u0080\u009cenvy my daughter.\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s envy as is at the bottom of this!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAs you please, Mrs. Packer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett coldly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have warned you,\u00e2\u0080\u0094that is all we can do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s engaged to Lobelia. He wanted Lobelia to\\nmarry him right away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Packer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s money,\u00e2\u0080\u009d insinuated Gassaway with a", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "LORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\n157\\ngrin, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwould be a great windfall to a valet. No wonder\\nhe wanted to hurry up the marriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have the law on him!\u00e2\u0080\u009d indignantly screamed\\nMrs. Packer, when at length she realized the situation,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have him arrested this very day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHowever, Rhett and Gassaway had but little trouble\\nin convincing the irate Chicagoan that silence was the\\nwisest policy, and when Lord Apohaqui understood\\nmatters his good humor returned; he made peace with\\nMr. Blower and his Prodigies, as well as with the Chi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncago ladies, and invited them all to prolong their- visit\\nuntil the next day. The invitation, however, was de\u00c2\u00ac\\nclined; and they all returned to London that evening.\\nInvestigation disclosed the fact that Hunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009clark\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nwas far from being as innocent as Jenny declared. True,\\nhis trip to London was originally for the sake of a lark\\nduring his master\u00e2\u0080\u0099s absence in America. Then, upon\\nmeeting Rhett Calhoun, he pretended to be of the nobil\u00c2\u00ac\\nity merely for the foolish fun of astonishing the Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan with his lordly airs. But when he met the Packers,\\nmore serious designs of deceiving took possession of\\nhis brain. He bribed the servants at Jfalmouth Castle\\nto call him \u00e2\u0080\u009cmy lord\u00e2\u0080\u009d by promising fabulous sums when\\nhe captured his American heiress; and it was conclu\u00c2\u00ac\\nsively shown that he meant to elope to Scotland with\\nLobelia. In spite of all this, and to avoid further scandal,\\nhis punishment was limited to dismissal from service at\\nFalmouth Castle. The Packers, doubtless, felt suffi\u00c2\u00ac\\nciently sore over the events of the past few days; would\\nthey not suffer greater humiliation were the affair made\\npublic? And how could it help becoming public if\\nBunger were taken to jail and tried? \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course it\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t help becoming public,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are right, Miss Barton. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll simply turn the fellow\\nout, though he richly deserves severe punishment.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis was said as they drove back to the castle after\\nbiding adieu to the Americans at the station. It was a\\nbeautiful June day; the sun had sunk below the western", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "158\\nLORD BUNGER IS EXPOSED\\nhills but the afterglow was so brilliant it seemed to give\\na tinge of red to the grass and flowers and trees.\\nGrace was bright, gay and interested in the objects\\naround her; but when Lord Apohaqui endeavored to\\ndraw the conversation back to personal matters she was\\neither silent, or else she abruptly broached some other\\nsubject.\\nNotwithstanding these indirect rebuffs, Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui felt delighted with his drive. If not effusive, Grace\\nwas at any rate friendly and cordial; this led the young\\nEnglishman to believe that when the time came for him\\nto pluck his pear, the pear would prove, just then, ripe\\nand ready to be plucked.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVI.\\nFROM PALACE TO PRISON.\\nWhen the train from Falmouth reached Paddington\\nstation Mr. Blower and the Prodigies drove off for the\\nAlhambra theater in a procession of hansom cabs; the\\nPackers, greatly crestfallen, their pride deeply wounded,\\nrepaired to the Metropole with the intention of immedi\u00c2\u00ac\\nately leaving England and seeking on the Continent to\\nforget their cruel humiliation. Rliett and Gassaway re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned to Mrs. Ruggles on Montague Place. The author\\nof the future G. A. N. urged Rhett to join him on a\\ntramp trip through Germany, but Rhett declined, de\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaring he meant to remain some time longer in Lon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndon. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh! I see,\u00e2\u0080\u009d grinned Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI appreciate\\nthe sentiment that prompts you to forswear Germany;\\nlovely woman always carries the day, even against the\\ncharms of tramping.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett laughed at this, but he felt SO guilty that he\\nturned his head away to hide the flush that flew to\\nhis face. Had it come to this, that he was blushing\\nabout her? Had it come to be a fact for him that there\\nwas a \u00e2\u0080\u009cher\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094a one particular \u00e2\u0080\u009cher\u00e2\u0080\u009d in the world?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Gassaway, pleasantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t blame\\nyou, Rhett. But you had better keep an eye on that\\nlord; he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a good-looking chap, and you know it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the\\nfashion for American girls to marry lords when they\\nget a chance.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou think then that she will get a chance?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nRhett with an air of indifference, although he had to\\nkeep silent a moment to stop the fast beating his heart\\nset up at Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remark.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGet a chance? Of course she will. Even a blind\\nman can see he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s dead gone on her; moreover, he doubt-\\n159", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "160\\nFROM PALACE TO PRISON\\nless has an eye on her money. From all appearances,\\nhe needs cash. Many of these lords do.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe shame of it is that they have the impudence to\\ncome to America to look for that cash,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett,\\nangrily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a degradation to American womanhood\\nto\u00e2\u0080\u0094to put itself in the European markets to be bought\\nby titled paupers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHumph!\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the reporter, jovially, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat view\\nof it is especially exasperating, considering the many\\nnice young men in America they might choose from.\\nBut my dear boy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d reflectively, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s another view\\nto take of it. These rich American girls do not go to\\nEuropean matrimonial markets to sell themselves,\u00e2\u0080\u0094they\\ngo to buy; they want a title and they buy the best man\\nthey can find who has a title to sell.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTitles be blown!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Rhett, fiercely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen\\nyou talk of American girls buying to themselves a title\\nI feel like pitching the whole nobility into the sea.\\nSuch things are enough to make a fellow an anarchist!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! that reminds me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted the reporter, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat\\nwe are to meet a real, flesh-and-blood, anarchist to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight.\u00e2\u0080\u009d And so they were, although the name of anar\u00c2\u00ac\\nchist could hardly be applied, in all fairness, to the man\\nin question.\\nDuring the course of his explorations in the East\\nEnd of London, Gassaway had made the acquaintance\\nof a certain labor agitator named Robert Racketts. This\\nman invited Gassaway to attend a demonstration of the\\nunemployed at Trafalgar Square, and the author of the\\nfuture G. A. N., anxious to see every phase of London\\nlife, accepted the invitation. During the day he had\\nasked Rhett to accompany him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, my dear fellow, variety is the spice of life,\\nand you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll find plenty of variety at this labor demon\u00c2\u00ac\\nstration. Agitator Racketts, who is going to speak, will\\nmake you forget all about your troubles with Lord Apo-\\nhaqui and Miss Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey went. Racketts began his speech by an attack\\non the higher classes. He spoke of the pensions work-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "FROM PALACE TO PRISON\\n161\\ning men and women are obliged to pay to men who never\\nworked a day in all their lives; then he branched off to\\nthe House of Lords, telling how it thwarts the will of\\nthe people. These stock complaints, dear to the heart\\nof the British agitator, were vociferously applauded; but\\nhe was very differently received when he began praising\\nAmerica and spoke of the great Republic as an infinite\\nimprovement over the British monarchy. The English\\nworkman is as proud and jealous of his country, as the\\nmost rabid, boastful and offensive jingo is of his. He\\nwill complain and complain of taxes and oppression,\\nbut the minute you tell him that in America or elsewhere\\nthis or that is better than in England, he begins to look\\nblack and\u00e2\u0080\u0094you had better quit. Well! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s human\\nnature.\\nAt first the crowd refrained from hooting and listened\\nout of curiosity; but when they heard continued depre\u00c2\u00ac\\ncation of England and praise of America, they com\u00c2\u00ac\\nmenced to whistle and howl. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the bloke givin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nus?\u00e2\u0080\u009d shouted a brawny coal-heaver. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he\\nstay in America and be d-d!\u00e2\u0080\u009d shouted another. The\\nmob surged forward, sweeping Rhett and Gassaway off\\nthe curbing. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blood was up in a jiffy, he\\nturned around and glared at the mob. The coal-heaver\\nmade a pass at his head. The agile reporter dodged\\nand like a flash planted his fist in his assailant\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face.\\nThe fellow staggered, then rushed at Gassaway and in\\na moment both men were rolling on the ground. Rhett\\nsprang to his comrade\u00e2\u0080\u0099s assistance; some of the mob\\nthen pitched in to help the coal-heaver, and in a moment\\nthe melee was general. There was a cry of \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe bobbies!\\nthe bobbies!\u00e2\u0080\u009d quickly followed by the arrival of the\\npolice, who laid lustily about with their clubs until the\\ncrowd melted like snow under a summer sun.\\nRhett and Gassaway remained and despite their pro\u00c2\u00ac\\ntests were taken into custody. Appearances were cer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntainly against them. Rhett had an ugly cut on. his\\ncheek and Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face was bruised and bleeding.\\nInasmuch as the police had no means of knowing that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "162\\nFROM PALACE TO PRISON\\nthey were not the aggressors, their arrest was in truth\\nnot the outrage Rhett imagined.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe shall demand redress,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he hotly exclaimed, as\\nthe officers marched them along the street. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerican\\ngentlemen, assaulted by a lot of ruffians, are arrested\\nwhile the ruffians go free. We demand instant release.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t step lively we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll release you with a pair\\nof handcuffs!\u00e2\u0080\u009d retorted the policeman, gripping Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\narm tighter.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, come now,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interposed Gassaway, gaily. Even\\nin the thick of the melee he had not lost his good\\nhumor. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCome now, Mr. Officer, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re laying it on\\na little thick, I reckon. Handcuffs would be carrying\\nthe joke a little too far.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded the officer, sharply. Mr.\\nGassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cheerfulness under such circumstances aston\u00c2\u00ac\\nished the policeman.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI said, Mr. Officer, and I say it again,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0098no handcuffs,\\nif you please.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 We are Southern American gentlemen.\\nWe submit to law; you see that. But we do not sub\u00c2\u00ac\\nmit to indignities! no, not while life lasts. When we\\ngive our word of honor that we will accompany you,\\nthat is sufficient. Southern gentlemen, Mr. Officer,\\nnever break their word.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe London \u00e2\u0080\u009cbobby\u00e2\u0080\u009d, amused at this genuine speci\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen of a self-advertising American \u00e2\u0080\u009cgentleman\u00e2\u0080\u009d, felt re\u00c2\u00ac\\nassured, and did not produce the threatened bracelets;\\nbut neither did he relax the tightness of his hold on\\nhis prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arm.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you only knew it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Gassaway in his\\nusual cheerful manner, \u00e2\u0080\u009capart from my word of honor\\nas a Southern gentleman, there isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest danger\\nthat I, Green Gassaway, of New Orleans, La., U. S. A.,\\nwill try to run away. My friend may not have the same\\ninterest that I have, yet even Rhett can not regret this\\nexperience; for me, Mr. Officer, it is simply invaluable.\\nI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest notion of running away from it;\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too full of the richest sort of pointers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Gassaway\\ninstinctively reached toward his pocket to see if his note-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "FROM PALACE TO PRISON\\n163\\nbook was there, whereupon the policeman, supposing\\nthat he intended to seize his pistol, grabbed him and\\ngave him a sharp jerk and cried: \u00e2\u0080\u009cNone of that, if you\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to get into trouble.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cZounds,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the reporter, rubbing his arm,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthis fellow actually wants to rob me of my pointers.\\nBut you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do it, Mr. Officer. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got a photo of\\nthe affair in my think-tank; and, lord! what a chapter\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll make!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe \u00e2\u0080\u009cbobby\u00e2\u0080\u009d made no reply to this outburst, regard\u00c2\u00ac\\ning his prisoner as half-witted as well as a disturber\\nof the peace. Rhett, deeply disgusted at the course\\nevents had taken, walked on in moody silence, but the\\nirrepressible Gassaway kept up his bantering.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat luck!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he exclaimed, as the key turned on\\nthem in a cell at the Holloway Police Station. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho\u00e2\u0080\u0099d\\nhave thought, Rhett, that law-abiding people like you\\nand me would be locked up in a police station? A\\nsensitive old lady, the Queen. If a fellow defends himself\\nfrom ruffians and thugs it disturbs her peace and the\\nbobbies run him in. Just let me have that stool, Rhett,\\nI want to pickle my pointers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVII.\\nLORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE BARTON GO SHOPPING.\\nIn the meantime Grace Barton was making consider\u00c2\u00ac\\nable headway in Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s good opinion. There\\nwas no mistaking the innate refinement of the girl, nor\\nwas there doubt as to her grace and beauty. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHad\\nshe only been reared in England,\u00e2\u0080\u009d sighed the Countess,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cshe would have adorned a dukedom.\u00e2\u0080\u009d And then the\\nhigh lady would take a hopeful view of the case; the\\ngirl was young enough to be reformed, to be anglicised.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe will do, Charles, with a little coaching. And thank\\nHeaven! her dreadful mother and all her kin live on\\nthe other side of the ocean!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSuch was Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s comment as she drove\\nwith her son to Great Barrington Square the morning\\nof their return from Falmouth. This comment from\\nher lips gave the young peer great satisfaction, for he\\nfelt convinced that with his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s assistance there\\nwould be smooth sailing. The Dowager could invite the\\ngirl out, could chaperone her to parties and in a dozen\\nways create opportunities for him to see her alone.\\nFinding his mother so favorably impressed, he asked\\nwhat she thought of a trip to Richmond?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles, is it wise to be so impatient?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hardly think I am impatient.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wonder what you call impatience! We have been\\nbarely separated from your Americans, yet already you\\nplan other trips with them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf the thing is tO be done, what is the use shilly\u00c2\u00ac\\nshallying? They will be going to the Continent soon.\\nI want matters settled before they leave.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou mean you want her engaged to you before she\\ngoes?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n(164)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 165\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. I have resolved to ask her to be my wife be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore she leaves England.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter a silent study of her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face, Lady Apohaqui\\nasked, \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you really in love with the girl?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe young man laughed in a confused sort of way.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, what if I am? Isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it right for a fellow to be\\nin love with the woman he wants to marry?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, if you are certain the woman will do,\u00e2\u0080\u009d admitted\\nthe mother cautiously, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut we must know more about\\nthis girl before we can be certain.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe best way to be certain is to see more of her,\\nand how can that be done unless we seek them? They\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t seek us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBy dint of such arguments Lord Apohaqui induced\\nhis mother to write an invitation for a boat trip to\\nRichmond. The next day he went to the Metropole.\\nGrace came down to the drawing-room with her hat\\non and putting on her gloves.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma and Clara are asleep,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said smilingly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey will be sorry to miss you. I would ask you to\\nstay, but I have some shopping to do that cannot be\\npostponed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have heard you say you detested shopping,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nthe lord in a disappointed tone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo I do but shopping is sometimes a matter of busi\u00c2\u00ac\\nness. Just look at this string of things that I have to\\nbuy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exhibiting a sheet of paper whereon was written\\na long list of articles.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you going alone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui with\\nsome anxiety.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, mamma and Clara do not feel equal to the exer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I accompany you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou?\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you not know what a\\ntask shopping is? The shops are so vast, there are so\\nmany counters, such piles and piles of goods, and so\\nmany clerks wanting to sell you something, it is perfectly\\ndreadful. I would rather plow than shop!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlow!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the young nobleman.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "166 LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. Plowing behind a gentle, sleepy old mule,\\nunder blue Alabama skies, the soft earth beneath your\\nfeet, is far healthier, far more agreeable than tramping\\nthrough the crowded aisles of a big shop!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIn spite of this forbidding picture, Lord Apohaqui\\ndeclared that if Grace had no objection, he would take\\na lesson in shopping that very afternoon.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest objection,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf\\nyou have committed a sin and feel the need of severe\\npenance, a shopping trip will be as good a penance as\\nyou can find.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sure it will be a pleasant one,\u00e2\u0080\u0094with you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was\\nthe prompt answer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you not afraid to go alone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI might be afraid in Africa or Asia, but not in Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nland.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEven in England there are thousands of savages as\\ndangerous as those of Africa or Asia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut they dare not manifest their dangerous proclivi\u00c2\u00ac\\nties in broad daylight. I see plenty of women on the\\nstreets alone. They do not seem to be afraid.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey are not in your walk of life, Miss Barton.\\nYoung English women of the higher class seldom go\\nabout without a chaperone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut if it is not dangerous for the lower class of\\nwomen surely it is not for the higher.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps not as to real physical danger, but if young\\ngirls of the higher class are not strictly guarded, disagree\u00c2\u00ac\\nable comments might be made.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, disagreeable comments. Is that the danger\\nchaperones are intended to prevent?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPrecisely,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the lord, with a feeling of relief\\nthat at last he had been able to make the American girl\\nunderstand why she should not run about London with\u00c2\u00ac\\nout her mother or some other older woman to lend re\u00c2\u00ac\\nspectability to her outing.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, seriously, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif the aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocratic English girls like that sort of\u00e2\u0080\u0094of\u00e2\u0080\u0094espionage,\\nof course they can submit to- be treated like children,\\nled around by some old woman; but since there is no", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 167\\nreal danger I wonder at them! And how hard on the\\nold woman! No elderly person can like running around\\nwith young girls. Girls are quite free with us and no\\none makes disagreeable comments. If they did-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, what if they did?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s big brother or father or uncle would\\nmake them know better,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf she wishes,\\nan American girl may travel all over the United States\\nby herself: But here is a hansom. Please call it up.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat daughter of the aristocracy would thus ride in\\na hansom? Did not all London know that for a girl to\\nride in a cab with a man not her father or brother was\\nto lay herself open to severe comment? Of this Grace\\nwas serenely unconscious, but Lord Apohaqui knew\\nif people in his set saw him in a hansom with that ex\u00c2\u00ac\\ntraordinarily pretty girl they might form the most un\u00c2\u00ac\\npleasant ideas, and dare to jest in a way in which the\\nfuture Lady Apohaqui must not be jested about. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf\\nyou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009clet us go in a bus. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nlike hansoms.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t? I thought everybody liked them. That\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\none English custom I think ought to be adopted. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nso nice bowling along, the driver perched up behind\\nyou, nothing in front to obstruct your view. However,\\nit is just as nice on top of the busses. From those lofty\\nseats the streets and crowds of people moving about\\nseem like a panorama.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut my dear Miss Barton, English women never\\nriiie on top of \u00e2\u0080\u0099busses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo they think it dangerous? The \u00e2\u0080\u0099busses do look\\ntop-heavy. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve often wondered why they don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t topple\\nover.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is not the physical danger that deters them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDisagreeable comment again?\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughingly queried\\nGrace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, yes. A lady is out of place among working\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen. You always see workingmen and workingwomen\\non top of the \u00e2\u0080\u0099busses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad they have such pleasant places to ride on,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "1C8 LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING\\nbut I am selfish enough to go up there myself, even if\\nthereby one workingman is obliged to ride in the stuffy\\ninside.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am horrified at such selfishness!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI excuse myself on the ground that I shall not be\\nlong in London and must see all I can, whereas work\u00c2\u00ac\\ningmen and workingwomen know London by heart.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this Grace climbed to the top of the \u00e2\u0080\u0099bus, seated\\nherself and looked about delightedly. The young lord\\nhardly believed she really meant to do it until the deed\\nwas done. Grace sat down by a ruddy-faced woman\\nwith a pipe in her mouth and a basket in her lap. Around\\nher were coarse men and women, coarse but decent.\\nLord Apohaqui found a seat near her. The rough\\nbackground, although objectionable to his sense of pro\u00c2\u00ac\\npriety, certainly seemed to set off the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s beauty and\\nrefinement. When they were comfortably seated Grace\\nsaid: \u00e2\u0080\u009cIsn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it lovely up here? I like it even when it\\nrains. I put up rriy umbrella and defy the water. At\\nfirst I was afraid I would be shaken off, but the driver\\nsaid there wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest danger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI believe it would be safer inside,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere I your mentor I would not permit you to come\\non top.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI would not wish you to\u00e2\u0080\u0094to be so much out of\\nplace. Had I a sister she would certainly not ride here.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mean it is not proper?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWomen of the higher classes do not do it. Being\\nAmerican, you are not expected to know these distinc\u00c2\u00ac\\ntions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere I English and myself\u00e2\u0080\u0094just as I am now, I\\nwould not pay the slightest attention to such rules. If\\nthese women on top of the \u00e2\u0080\u0099bus are respectable I see\\nno objection to riding with them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt these words his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s warning came to his\\nmind,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cSelf-willed\u00e2\u0080\u0094opinionated\u00e2\u0080\u0094too American ever to\\nacquire English forms.\u00e2\u0080\u009d But Grace looked so lovely\\nthat her beauty almost erased the adverse words from", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 169\\nhis mind. When they got down from the \u00e2\u0080\u0099bus, per\u00c2\u00ac\\nceiving that they were not in the vicinity of the fashion\u00c2\u00ac\\nable shops where ladies usually went, Lord Apohaqui\\nasked if she had not made a mistake?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no. I have been here before\u00e2\u0080\u0094not to shop but\\njust to see the place. We heard of it in America. This\\nis the great Co-operative store with half a million mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nbers. An Englishman in Talladega gave a lecture about\\nCo-operative stores. He said you could buy anything\\nhere, from a needle to a haystack.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood heavens!\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought her companion, \u00e2\u0080\u009care all\\nher proclivities downward? To come to a shop estab\u00c2\u00ac\\nlished especially and solely for the laboring classes!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said hesitat\u00c2\u00ac\\ningly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think this is the sort of shop you\\nwant, I really don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the girl, preparing for another\\nbout with his aristocratic notions.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy\u00e2\u0080\u0094my impression is that only working people,\\nthe common classes, deal here. I rather fancy you would\\nlike Regent or Bond street better. No ladies shop here.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly working people patronize this place?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think so.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn that case your working people must wear nice\\nthings, and costly things too. When I was here/ the\\nother day I priced a lovely sealskin sacque and intend\\nto get it to-day for mamma. I did not know that Eng\u00c2\u00ac\\nlish workingwomen wore sealskin sacques!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAfter procuring from the manager a ticket permitting\\nher the shopping privileges for one day, Grace proceeded\\nto make her purchases. First she selected the sealskin\\nsacque for her mother; then she went to the bargain\\ncounters in front of which was quite a throng of plainly\\ndressed women of the middle classes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, laughing, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif you value\\nyour peace of mind you had better take a walk whtfe\\nI am purchasing these things. Even to look at the\\nbargain counter crowd will give you nervous prostra\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "170 LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSince I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t talk to you or help you with my in\u00c2\u00ac\\nvaluable advice, I shall accept your kind suggestion.\\nWhen must I return for you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think I shall be through in half an hour. You will\\nfind me here at this same counter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt the appointed time Lord Apohaqui returned, but\\nMiss Barton was not where she had promised to await\\nhim. He waited some minutes but the American girl\\ndid not appear; then he wandered around to other coun\u00c2\u00ac\\nters. Up and down he went, returning every\\nfew minutes to the bargain counter. An hour\\nspent in search convinced him that Grace had left\\nthe store. Probably she had finished her shop\u00c2\u00ac\\nping sooner than she expected and had grown tired of\\nwaiting for him. A little nettled at such inconsiderate\\ntreatment, the Englishman abandoned the search and\\nreturned to the Metropole to see if she had safely re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned. Mrs. Barton had seen nothing of her. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere\\ncan she be?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Lord Apohaqui, uneasily.\\nMrs. Barton smiled placidly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t know Grace\\nor you wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry. Grace never gets lost or con\u00c2\u00ac\\nfused. She knows how to take care of herself better\\nthan any girl I ever saw.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut where can she have gone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d persisted the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen I left her she had no intention of visiting any\\nother store. She expected to come straight back to the\\nhotel. She said she would wait for me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Mrs. Barton, serenely, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit was\\nvery impolite not to wait when she said she would. I\\nreckon she could not get all she wanted at the Co\u00c2\u00ac\\noperative place and so went off to another store. Or,\\nmay be\u00e2\u0080\u0094but really we can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell what Grace will do.\\nShe may have gone off with some starving person. She\\nwill turn up all right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton glanced down at her novel, still open in\\nher hand, in a way that made Lord Apohaqui feel she\\nwanted to resume her story. He left, anger in his heart\\nat Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s indifference. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe deserves to lose", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 171\\nher daughter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he thought. \u00e2\u0080\u009cFool! Idiot! to let a girl\\nlike that roam alone about London.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhile Mrs. Barton was serenely enjoying her novel,\\nGrace was passing through a most disagreeable expe\u00c2\u00ac\\nrience. Not long after Lord Apohaqui went off for a turn\\nin the fresh air, a heavy hand laid upon Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s shoulder\\ncaused her to look around. Was it possible that Lord\\nApohaqui had taken such a liberty? No, it was not the\\nyoung lord who stood over her eyeing her sternly. It\\nwas a rather shabbily dressed man with hard features\\nand steely eyes. Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first thought was that she was\\nmistaken for an acquaintance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the man, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099re wanted.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe manager wants you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt flashed across Grace that- the manager who gave\\nher the permit to make purchases at the Co-operative\\nstore wished to change it, perhaps revoke it. Rising to\\ngo, she looked for her parasol which she had placed by\\nher side against the counter. The man understood her\\nglance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI \u00e2\u0080\u0099ave it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said; \u00e2\u0080\u009ccome on.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace followed in silence thinking of what Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui had said as to ladies never shopping at the Co\u00c2\u00ac\\noperative store. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she thought, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif their floor\u00c2\u00ac\\nwalkers are all as ill-mannered as this one I do not\\nwonder that ladies never come here.\u00e2\u0080\u009d She offered to\\nrelieve the man of her parasol, but he held it firmly, a\\ndisagreeable grin coming over his face. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui was right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she thought; \u00e2\u0080\u009cthese people are unac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncustomed to ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHer guide led the way into a small office where sat\\na thin, wrinkled man at a desk, examining a lot of card\u00c2\u00ac\\nboards on which were pasted small pieces of different\\nkinds of cloth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAhem!\u00e2\u0080\u009d coughed the hard-faced man by way of an\u00c2\u00ac\\nnouncing his entrance. The little dried-up specimen of\\nhumanity wheeled around in his chair and eyed Grace", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "172 LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING\\nwith a pair of dull, tired eyes which also seemed to be\\ndrying up.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is it, Hawks?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked in a husky tone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAhem, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with a side glance at Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009chanother\\nshoplifter, sir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nShoplifter! For a moment Grace was as stunned as\\nif the words had been blows. The insult of the term\\noverwhelmed her; all the blood in her body seemed to\\nrush to her heart and filled it to the bursting point; she\\nwas absolutely speechless as she stared at those dread\u00c2\u00ac\\nful men. Shoplifter!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the little man in a tone of utter in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndifference, \u00e2\u0080\u009canother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, hanother, Mr. Dusty, see!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Hawks turned\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parasol upside down, letting fall from its silken\\nfolds a lot of gloves, a bolt of ribbon and a piece of fine\\nlace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got it dead on this one. We can fix \u00e2\u0080\u0099er,\\ncertain. This his \u00e2\u0080\u0099er parasol.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Dusty wearily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCaught in the very hact,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Hawks with a grin\\nof triumph and another side-glance at the almost faint\u00c2\u00ac\\ning girl. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou can make han example hof \u00e2\u0080\u0099er and\\nfrighten hoff the hothers\u00e2\u0080\u0094see?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me. Yes, of course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented Dusty, turning\\nto his desk and his cardboards with the bits of cloth\\npasted on them.\\nGrace realized the horror of her position and that she\\nneeded all her powers of mind to meet it. Shaking off\\nthe faintness that oppressed her she stood firmly on her\\nfeet, the color returned to her cheek; the pressure on her\\nheart was relieved; she looked her accuser calmly in the\\nface.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mean to say I stole those things?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she de\u00c2\u00ac\\nmanded with an air of great dignity.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, come, now, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t try that dodge. Hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t this\\nyour parasol?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it is my parasol, but I did not put those things\\nin it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 173\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose not. I s\u00e2\u0080\u0099pose they just flew hinto it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nHawks, facetiously.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am an American traveler. I can give you refer\u00c2\u00ac\\nences. There is some mistake,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\nMr. Dusty wheeled around in his chair and looked\\nat Grace again. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he muttered, apologetically,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cwe\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve lost so many articles lately\u00e2\u0080\u0094very sorry, very\\nsorry, indeed, but\u00e2\u0080\u0094you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll give her in charge, Hawks.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean by giving me in charge?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nGrace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, I call that gall,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Hawks, grinning with\\ngreat enjoyment at the scene. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a hold \u00e2\u0080\u0099and, Mr.\\nDusty,\u00e2\u0080\u0094a hold, hexperienced \u00e2\u0080\u0099and, you can see that\\nwith \u00e2\u0080\u0099alf an eye.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Dusty.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what she is, or my name hit haint \u00e2\u0080\u0099Awks.\\nI never see so much coolness in a young \u00e2\u0080\u0099and. Mostly\\nthe new beginners busts hout a-crying when they\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncaught, but she\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094glancing at Grace admiringly\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cshe\\ntook hit as cool has a cucumber.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear me! Too bad! too bad! A decent looking\\ngirl too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d And Mr. Dusty turned again to his desk\\nand his cardboard samples.\\nHawks tapped Grace on the shoulder. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe must be\\ngoin\u00e2\u0080\u0099,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere do you mean to take me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the girl\\naghast.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you know, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve been through hit hall afore.\\nYou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll feel hat \u00e2\u0080\u0099ome at the Police Station, hand likely\\nfind a lot of friends there too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAt least let me stay here and send for my mother\\nand sister. They will satisfy you that I could not possi\u00c2\u00ac\\nbly steal. Sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d turning to Dusty, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwill you not permit\\nme to sit here until my friends come to me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt haint reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar, Miss; we must be reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nHawks not waiting for Dusty to- reply. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou come\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0099long with me, quick, hand don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t raise no row hand you\\ncan send for hanybody you mind to at the Police Station.\\nBusiness is business, hand we must be reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar, Miss.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "174 LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING\\nFeeling that it was useless to remonstrate further,\\nGrace obeyed without another word. She felt keenly\\nthe position she was in but she persuaded herself that\\nit could not last; that as soon as her mother, her sister,\\nher friends came to her she would be released. Hawks\\ninformed her she could have a cab if she herself would\\npay for it. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSome of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em prefers cabs,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009chand\\nsome of em walks along has bold has you please.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBy this Grace understood that \u00e2\u0080\u009csome of \u00e2\u0080\u0099em\u00e2\u0080\u009d meant\\nshoplifters and that she, Grace Barton, of Birmingham,\\nAlabama, was ranked among the number. She made no\\nreply except to tell the detective she wanted a cab.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c\u00e2\u0080\u0099And hout the bobs, Miss, hand you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll ride like a lady.\\nWe must be reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar, Miss hand hits reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar to pay afore\\nyou ride. Two bob six is the fare.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace drew from the outside pocket of her jacket\\na small, cheap purse containing only a few silver coins\\nand copper pennies. Hawks keenly watched her move\u00c2\u00ac\\nments, and when he saw the cheap purse, he drew there\u00c2\u00ac\\nfrom confirmation strong as Holy Writ of the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guilt.\\nAmerican travelers did not go about with such scanty\\nsupplies. She was a poverty stricken creature, yet had\\nordered costly goods; surely the facts were strong against\\nher. The truth was Grace carried the bulk of her money\\nin a secret pocket, and at that very moment had on her\\nperson nearly a thousand dollars out of which she had\\nexpected to pay for her purchases. But the detective\\nhad no suspicion of this and delivered her up at the\\nHolloway Station with an inward chuckle of satisfaction\\nat having nabbed a professional thief. As soon as she\\ncould get pen and paper Grace wrote the following note\\nto her mother:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHolloway Police Station, Tuesday, 5 o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock.\\nDear Mamma:\u00e2\u0080\u0094Do not be alarmed. I am safe, but\\ndetained here on account of a mistake. You and Clara\\ncome to me as soon as possible. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be alarmed\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe mistake will be fixed when you come. Give the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cDrop it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI AND GRACE GO SHOPPING 175\\nbearer a sovereign if he takes you this without a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delay. Lovingly,\\nGrace.\\nP. S. Do not be alarmed; I am perfectly well.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDetective Hawks agreed h deliver this note. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf hit\\nhaint a trick,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he mused, \u00e2\u0080\u009chif \u00e2\u0080\u0099er people be really hand\\nbodily a-boardin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hat the Metropole they hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t beggars.\\nBeggars don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t board hat the Metropole. A sovereign!\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair. Beggars don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t pay no sovereign for carry\u00c2\u00ac\\ning notes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA bright idea struck the detective. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a klepto-\\nmany, Mack,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, slapping the police sergeant on\\nthe shoulder, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca kleptomany if hever I see one. \u00e2\u0080\u0099Er\\npeople are hat the Metropole.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe sergeant smiled sarcastically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll bet my boots\\nyou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t find no such people there. The girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s up to\\ntricks. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a smart one. Hawks, you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have a walk\\nto the Metropole right enough, but you just let me know\\nif you have any sovereign for your trouble.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe so, Mack, maybe so, but there hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t no hend\\nto the things a kleptomany\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll do when the fit\u00e2\u0080\u0099s on \u00e2\u0080\u0099er.\\nGive her the white room and treat \u00e2\u0080\u0099er nice till I get back.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen. Hawks started for the Metropole.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XVIII.\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL.\\nNotwithstanding her serene confidence in her elder\\ndaughter\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ability to take care of herself, when night\\ncame and Grace still failed to appear Mrs. Barton felt\\nuneasy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat can keep Grace out after dark? I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like\\nit, Clara. Grace ought to be more punctual. She makes\\nme nervous. I feel quite weak in my knees. Oh, I\\nwish she would come!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPray, mamma, don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry. She will come soon.\\nYou will make yourself sick if you worry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nProne to be advised by others, Mrs. Barton tried to\\nbelieve, as Clara said, that Grace would come soon, but\\nwhen another hour went by and Grace still failed to\\nappear Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s nueasiness increased.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou know how Grace is. May\u00c2\u00ac\\nbe she met some workingwoman in distress and has\\ngone to help her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf it were daylight,\u00e2\u0080\u009d sighed Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nfeel so badly, but I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like Grace to be out in London\\nat night. London is too big.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nf \u00e2\u0080\u009cLondon is big, mamma, but what does that matter\\nto Grace? She has a map and can find her way about\\nas well as if she had been born here.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment a servant entered and presented a\\ncard, not of unblemished whiteness, bearing the inscrip\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWilliam Hawks, Private Detective.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be for us,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009creturning the card\\nto the servant.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe asked very perticler, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am, for the American\\nlady named Mrs. Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the bell-boy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\\nsaid as he had a message from your daughter, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n176", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n177\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFrom my daughter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d gasped Mrs. Barton, turning\\nwhite and clutching the back of a chair.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will run down and see the man, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nClara, vague fears of evil flashing through her mind.\\nMrs. Barton followed Clara down the steps into the\\nsmall parlor where Mr. Hawks was standing, hat in\\nhand, looking at the elegant furnishings about him.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you the h\u00e2\u0080\u0099American lady named Mrs. Barton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Hawks.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy mother is Mrs. Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Clara, hardly\\nable to speak at sight of the detective. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you\\nwant? Where is my sister? What has happened to her?\\nOh, speak, quick!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s all right, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Hawks, grinning\\nas pleasantly as his rusty, gridiron face permitted. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t \u00e2\u0080\u0099urt noways, not hat all, ma\u00e2\u0080\u0099am. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in a little\\nscrape, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hall.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWith this Mr. Hawks fished from his pocket Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nnote and handed it to Clara. By this time Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nknees were so weak she could not stand and sank\\ndown on a chair. Clara read the note aloud. The first\\nsensation that came tO both women was a feeling of\\nrelief. Grace was safe, unhurt\u00e2\u0080\u0094what mattered the rest?\\nHow small a thing was detention in a police station\\ncompared to the vague fears they had conjured about\\nher? \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe shall go at once,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWait here,\\nmamma, I will run and get your wrap and bonnet. Will\\nyou show us the way?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked Hawks. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCall a car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage and take us there as fast as you can and you shall\\nhave an extra sovereign. Mamma, Mr. Brighton, the\\nhotel proprietor will go with us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nUp to the moment of meeting her mother and sister,\\nGrace maintained an outward show of calmness. She\\ncould not bear to have strangers witness her distress,\\nbut at sight of her loved ones\u00e2\u0080\u0094of those who would\\nsympathize with her, she fell into her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms\\nweeping and laughing in the same breath. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh,\\nmamma!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she cried as soon as she could speak. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\\nis so dreadful to be accused of\u00e2\u0080\u0094of\u00e2\u0080\u0094stealing. And so", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "178\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094funny, so very funny, mamma, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it? Your daughter,\\npapa\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter, accused of stealing a few paltry\\nthings!\u00e2\u0080\u009d And she wept and laughed in her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\narms.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy darling Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthey can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nreally think you did such a thing! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a horrible mis\u00c2\u00ac\\ntake. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell them who you are. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t cry, darling.\\nI am so happy to find you well and whole; when you did\\nnot come I thought you had been run over in the crowded\\nstreets? This is nothing compared to being run over,\\nGrace.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen the girl was able to speak calmly, her sister\\nentreated her to tell how it had all happened. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHad you\\npaid for the things you bought?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Clara asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo. They arrested me before I could pay for any\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing. My parasol leaned against the bargain counter.\\nA crowd of women were pressing around me; all of a\\nsudden I felt a hand on my shoulder and when I had\\nfollowed the detective into the private office he turned\\nmy parasol upside down and out fell a lot of things,\\ngloves, lace and ribbons which they think I put in my\\nparasol to steal.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Brighton of the Metropole Hotel, did his best\\nto persuade the police sergeant that it was out of the\\nquestion for one of the Metropole guests to pilfer small\\narticles. He spoke of the great wealth of the Bartons,\\nand declared it would be an outrage to keep the young\\nlady locked up over night in jail. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI will go bail for\\nMiss Barton in any amount,\u00e2\u0080\u009d concluded Mr. Brighton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVery sorry, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the sergeant, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut I have\u00c2\u00ac\\nn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the power to- let the young lady out; it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my business\\nto take \u00e2\u0080\u0099em in but not to let \u00e2\u0080\u0099em out except in the reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar\\nway, by order of the magistrate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere is the magistrate?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mr. Brighton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere will be no court until morning?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, there won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the sergeant, laconically.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd Miss Barton will be kept locked up all night?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s it, sir. She\u00e2\u0080\u0099s been committed reg\u00e2\u0080\u0099lar.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Brighton, reported the fruitless results of his inter-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n179\\nview with the sergeant, and was astonished at the quiet\u00c2\u00ac\\nness with which the Bartons received the announcement.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe will stay with Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t go back until she is released.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t care now that I have you and mamma with\\nme,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace smiling, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut it was dreadful, too dread\u00c2\u00ac\\nful to be here alone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Mr. Brighton was gone, cots were brought and\\nMrs. Barton and her daughters made themselves fairly\\ncomfortable.\\nOn the following morning while the Bartons were at\\nbreakfast in the Holloway Jail, Lord Apohaqui was\\nbreakfasting at the Victoria Club, being up two hours\\nearlier than was his wont because of the contemplated\\ntrip to Richmond. While sipping his coffee he glanced\\nat the \u00e2\u0080\u009cTimes\u00e2\u0080\u009d. An item in the local column caught\\nhis eye\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cAn American Arrested.\u00e2\u0080\u009d He gave a second\\nglance at the heading, then he read the item through,\\nhis face growing pale as he read.\\nThe item was as follows:\\nAN AMERICAN GIRL ARRESTED.\\nYesterday a young American girl was caught in the act of pil\u00c2\u00ac\\nfering from the glove and lace counters of the London Co-opera\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive store. Her parasol was loaded with gloves, ribbons and lace.\\nThe arrest was so quietly made that few in the store were aware of\\nwhat was occurring. The girl protested her innocence and de\u00c2\u00ac\\nclared she had no knowledge as to how the articles came into her\\nparasol. She gave the name of Grace Barton, of America, and is\\nstopping at the Hotel Metropole. She was lodged at the Hollo\u00c2\u00ac\\nway Police Station.\\nLord Apohaqui dashed off a note to his mother, telling\\nher the Richmond trip was postponed, then he rushed\\ndown the stairs, two steps at a time, hailed a cab and\\ndrove post-haste for Holloway street, stopping en route\\nto get Mr. Simon Griddles, a noted criminal lawyer\\nwith whom he was acquainted.\\nAt the police station, just as Lord Apohaqui and Mr.\\nGriddles alighted from their cab, another cab dashed", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "180\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\nup and another man alighted; the other man was the\\nshowman Blower. Catching sight of Lord Apohaqui,\\nMr. Blower rushed up, seized him by the hand and ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nclaimed, \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, my lord, so you have heard? I knew\\nyou would come\u00e2\u0080\u0094it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s an outrage, a damnable outrage!\\nEnough to bring two countries to war!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is an outrage,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Lord Apohaqui, \u00e2\u0080\u009can\\nidiotic blunder of an idiotic policeman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere had been a time, and that but a few weeks ago,\\nwhen the fastidious nobleman would have coldly resented\\nsuch effusive warmth on the part of the showman, but\\na common sympathy brought Lord Apohaqui and Mr.\\nBlower together and the nobleman actually felt a degree\\nof pleasure at the other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s indignation.\\nThe police court was filled with the usual lot of idlers\\nwho crowded every available space without the railing.\\nLord Apohaqui handed his card to one of the policemen\\non duty and at sight of the title engraved on the piece\\nof pasteboard the officer opened the gate so that his\\nlordship and companions might enter within the area\\nreserved for counsel. As he emerged through the dense\\ncrowd into the open area Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brow con\u00c2\u00ac\\ntracted and his heart suffered a spasm of pain. He had\\nsecretly flattered himself that his zeal in hastening to\\nMiss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s assistance would in a measure win him her\\nregard. He had rushed thither without a moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndelay, and it was bitterly provoking, to find after all that\\nhe was not the first of her friends to reach her; there\\nby her side sat Rhett Calhoun .and Mr. Gassaway, as\\nwell as her mother and sister. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the\\nlord as soon as he reached the bench, scarcely waiting\\nto exchange greetings, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have brought Mr. Griddles to\\nlook after your case. He is the best lawyer in London\\nfor cases of this sort, and you know even the innocent\\nmust have a lawyer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am the victim of a cruel mistake,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbut how can I prove it? I can testify to the truth, but\\neven were I guilty people would expect me to assert\\ninnocence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n181\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Griddles is famous for untangling skeins, Miss\\nBarton. Explain the whole case to him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Griddles after rising in court and informing the\\nmagistrate that he represented Miss Barton, was ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncorded permission to retire with his client to a private\\nroom for consultation. Lord Apohaqui, Mrs. Barton\\nand Clara accompanied them, and Rhett watched the\\nparty with a heavy heart as they disappeared in a small\\nroom adjoining the court.\\nThere were a number of minor cases on the docket\\nwhich had precedence of the charge against Miss Barton,\\nbut all these, including the cases of the Trafalgar Square\\nrioters, were made to give way to the hearing of the\\ncharge against the American girl.\\nThe first statement was made by Hawks, the Co-opera\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive store\u00e2\u0080\u0099s private detective. He stated, in very moder\u00c2\u00ac\\nate language, that he had arrested the prisoner because\\nin her parasol were found articles belonging to the store\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094articles not usually carried in parasols and which evi\u00c2\u00ac\\ndently had been surreptitiously placed there by the\\nprisoner.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMr. Hawks,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Marley, the attorney employed\\nby the Co-operative store to prosecute, \u00e2\u0080\u009cplease tell his\\nworship how you happened to discover that these articles\\nwere in the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parasol.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOne of the clerks told me as a piece of lace \u00e2\u0080\u0099ad dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nappeared. I went quick hup and down the aisles, keep\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a sharp heye on hall the ladies in that part of the\\nstore. Presently I see the parasol leanin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 agin the variety\\ncounter a hend of a ribbon \u00e2\u0080\u0099anging hout plain to be seen,\\nso I grabs the parasol and the lady, and takes \u00e2\u0080\u0099em to\\nMr. Dusty\u00e2\u0080\u0099s office and turns the parasol hinside hout\\nafore \u00e2\u0080\u0099er face.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cState what the parasol contained.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFour pair of gloves, a roll of ribbon and a piece of\\nlace.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTake the witness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Marley to Mr. Griddles.\\nMr. Griddles had a way of fixing his eye on a witness\\nwhich made the victim wriggle in his seat and feel that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "182\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\nthe lawyer had discovered some dark secret of his life\\nwhich he meant to drag out into the light of day. At\\nthe beginning of his examinations, Mr. Griddles was\\ninvariably soft and pleasant so as to lull the witness\\ninto the belief that he was as commonplace as his shabby\\ncoat and common appearance indicated. But when\\nMr. Griddles showed his claws, which he was swift to\\ndo the moment there was no further point to be gained\\nby softness, the average witness was apt to feel that he\\nwas a very unpleasant man indeed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid I understand you to say, Mr. Hawks,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr.\\nGriddles, softly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat the prisoner was taken in the very\\nact of purloining the goods?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d glibly responded the detective. The next\\ninstant he turned red in the face, fearing that he might\\nhave fallen into a trap; he had seen many witnesses fall\\ninto Mr. Griddles\u00e2\u0080\u0099 traps.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou saw the accused at the very moment she took\\nthe articles and dropped them into her parasol?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d stammered the witness, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnot\\nexactly that.\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, not exactly that? Well, will you kindly state\\nwhat you did say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI said I saw the prisoner at the variety counter; her\\nparasol by her side with a ribbon hend \u00e2\u0080\u0099anging bout;\\nthen I hafrested \u00e2\u0080\u0099er and took \u00e2\u0080\u0099er to the manager\u00e2\u0080\u0099s private\\noffice.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you did not see her in the very act of putting\\nthe things in the parasol?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, .sir, I did not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou had been warned to look out for a shoplifter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, sir.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd you had an eye on this lady, the prisoner here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, sir, I \u00e2\u0080\u0099ad my heye hon \u00e2\u0080\u0099er.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYet you did not see her put anything into her\\nparasol?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHawks\u00e2\u0080\u0099 face again turned red. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThey does this sort\\nof thing very quick-like. Hit hain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hoften you see the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n183\\ngoods lifted. She was fingerin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 laces and hactin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 suspi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncious-like.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Ah, acting suspiciously? In what way, Mr. Hawks?\\nDescribe how Miss Barton was acting suspiciously.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, sir, while fingerin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 the laces she was actin\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nsuspicious-like\u00e2\u0080\u0094nervous, lookin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 round as hif to see hif\\nshe was watched.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton was looking around, was she? For a\\nfriend, as we can show, and on that frivolous ground\\nyou arrested her?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t on that ground hat hall, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the detec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive sullenly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI harrested \u00e2\u0080\u0099er because \u00e2\u0080\u0099er parasol was\\nfilled with things as didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t belong to \u00e2\u0080\u0099er.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you admit, Mr. Hawks, that you did not see\\nMiss Barton take those things; you say you think she\\ntook them, and when asked to state your reason you\\nreply that she was looking around.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought she was lookin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0099round to see if she was\\nwatched,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the badgered witness. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat was honly\\none reason I suspected \u00e2\u0080\u0099er.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, that was only one of your reasons? Are the\\nrest of your reasons as frivolous as this one, Mr. Hawks?\\nThings have come to a pretty pass when a lady expecting\\na friend cannot look around to see if that friend has\\ncome without being accused of stealing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen, having done all he could to confuse the detec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive and indeed having made it in some sort appear that\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arrest was due merely to her looking around\\nto see if Lord Apohaqui had arrived, Mr. Griddles told\\nthe witness to stand aside, and Dusty, the dried-up little\\nmanager of the Co-operative store, took the stand. He\\ndescribed what had taken place in his private office. He\\nmade no claim to having seen Grace place the articles\\nin her parasol; consequently Mr. Griddles waved his\\nhand and nodded negatively when the magistrate in\u00c2\u00ac\\nquired if he wished to question the witness. Then Grace\\ntook the stand and made her statement. She bore her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself with such quiet dignity and looked so youthful and\\nlovely, that every eye was fastened upon her with interest", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "184\\nGRACE BARTON S TRIAL\\nand admiration. She told her story plainly\u00e2\u0080\u0094straight\u00c2\u00ac\\nforwardly. She had gone to the Co-operative store with\\nLord Apohaqui; his lordship grew tired of waiting and\\nwent out to return in half an hour. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere was a crowd\\nabout the counters,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI leaned my\\nparasol against the counter and a few minutes afterwards\\nthat man said I was wanted by the manager. I had\\nobtained a ticket allowing me to purchase at the store\\nand thought the manager wished to see me about the\\npermit. In the manager\u00e2\u0080\u0099s office they turned over my\\nparasol and those things dropped out of it. I have no\\nidea how they came there. I think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d and there was a\\nsuggestion of tears in her voice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI think that anybody\\nwho knew me would\u00e2\u0080\u0094know\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d here there was a pause\\nto choke back the pushing tears; then in a perfectly\\nsteady voice she finished, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwould know that I am in\u00c2\u00ac\\ncapable of stealing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe earnestness of this speech and the extreme beauty\\nof the speaker produced an impression which Mr. Marley\\nattempted to remove by bringing the case back to the\\none really vital question as to how the stolen goods got\\ninto the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parasol if the prisoner herself had\\nnot placed them there. It was not for him to say that\\nthe accused did steal, or could steal; it was his duty to\\npoint out the fact that the articles had been stolen, that\\nthey had been found in the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parasol, and that\\nno explanation was offered as to how they had gotten\\nthere. After paying a compliment to Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s personal\\nbeauty and declaring that he did her no such wrong as\\nto suppose she was a thief, Mr. Marley proceeded to\\nshow that he did think she had placed the stolen articles\\nin her parasol. Exhibiting the pearl-handled parasol,\\nhe asked Grace if it was hers.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I bought it in New York.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn New York?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Mr. Marley, gently. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDid\\nyou ever have such an\u00e2\u0080\u0094an\u00e2\u0080\u0094accident happen to it be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, growing a shade\\npaler.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON S TRIAL\\n185\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI mean,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the lawyer very softly and gently, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdid\\nyou ever in New York or elsewhere find your parasol\\nfilled with such articles as were found there yesterday?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNever!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace with dignity. She retained\\nher presence of mind and, except by her increased pale\u00c2\u00ac\\nness, gave no sign that she understood the insult implied\\nby the lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s question. Mr. Marley asked more ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntions, but nothing new was elicited. Grace admitted that\\nthe parasol was hers, that it was filled with the goods\\nwhich Mr. Marley held before her, but she insisted that\\nshe had not placed them there and did not know who\\nhad. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCould they have fallen in from the counter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nqueried Mr. Marley, politely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cCould they have been\\naccidentally brushed off the counter into your parasol?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Marley expected Grace to jump at this plausible\\ntheory;.then he meant to overwhelm her by pointing\\nout that the articles found in the parasol were from\\ndifferent counters, hence could not have been accidentally\\nbrushed into the parasol. But Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s truth and clear\\njudgment saved her from the trap. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you wish my\\nopinion on that subject, I must say that I do not think\\nthe things fell by accident into my parasol. It would\\nbe hardly possible for two or three such accidents to\\noccur at the different counters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou think, then, they were all dropped in together,\\nat one time?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt must have been that way. I was not at the .glove\\ncounter at all. I only purchased a sacque and things\\nat the variety counter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, you purchased things in the fur department, did\\nyou, Miss Barton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I ask,\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mr. Marley had been told about the\\nslender purse\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cif you paid for the sealskin sacque?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I was arrested before I paid for anything.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBefore you paid for anything?\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mr. Marley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s tone\\nindicated plainly that in his opinion the prisoner never\\nintended to pay for the articles; she had evidently se\u00c2\u00ac\\nlected them for the purpose of duping and deceiving", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "186\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\nthe clerks. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat will do, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d concluded the\\nlawyer. Then Lord Apohaqui took the stand. He knew\\nthe Bartons, they were wealthy and had no motive for\\npetty theft; in his judgment it was impossible that Miss\\nBarton could have placed the goods in her parasol. Mr.\\nMarley asked how long he had known the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfamily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAbout fc six weeks,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou did not know them in America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo; that is, not exactly. But I heard of them in\\nNew York and I met them on the steamer returning to\\nLiverpool.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd they told you they were wealthy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord Apohaqui, irritated at\\nthe question.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow then, my lord, did you learn of their great\\nwealth?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI heard of it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord Apohaqui, his face flush\u00c2\u00ac\\ning red.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow was it that their wealth was discussed? Was\\nthere any question as to their solvency?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNone whatever. They are absolutely spotless; they\\nhave the highest standing in America. That detective\\nhas simply made an idiotic blunder!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace shot the witness one radiant glance that went\\nfar toward repaying him for what he was undergoing.\\nTo Lord Apohaqui a stuffy police court, filled with vul\u00c2\u00ac\\ngar people, was bad enough in itself; but to be obliged\\nnot only to be in such a place, but actually to pose in\\na conspicuous role in the court and publicly tell of the\\ninquiries he had made in New York regarding the\\nBartons was little short of torture. It was a cruel alter\u00c2\u00ac\\nnative; if he told the magistrate of his New York detec\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive\u00e2\u0080\u0099s investigations what would the Bartons think? On\\nthe other hand, if he did not tell of these matters would\\nthe magistrate attach weight to his testimony regarding\\nthe Bartons\u00e2\u0080\u0099 wealth and high social standing? When\\nMr. Marley asked how he, a mere traveling acquaintance,\\ncould speak so positively, Lord Apohaqui determined to\\nsave Grace at whatever hazard to himself, and told the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n187\\ncourt that he knew from mutual friends that the Bartons\\nwere people of great wealth and high social standing.\\nAfter Mr. Brighton had testified that Grace was stop\u00c2\u00ac\\nping with her mother and sister at the Metropole and that\\nthe family appeared to have ample funds at their disposal,\\nMr. Marley addressed a few words to the magistrate.\\nHe had no personal feeling against the prisoner; he\\nwas there merely in the interest of justice. There had\\nbeen too many of these shoplifting cases; it was necessary\\nto serve warning on light-fingered persons, young or\\nold, high or low, rich or poor, that their crimes would\\nbe punished. Who really knew anything of the character\\nor antecedents of the accused? It had been shown that\\nher family was stopping at an expensive hotel, but how\\noften does it happen that designing rogues assume the\\nappearance of wealth? Lord Apohaqui, than whom\\nthere was no more credible witness in England, testified\\nin the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s behalf, but what did his lordship really\\nknow of the matter? He was only a traveling acquaint\u00c2\u00ac\\nance. Admit, however, that all his lordship said was\\ncorrect, did that affect the issue? Did that explain how\\nthe accused\u00e2\u0080\u0099s parasol was filled with stolen goods? Did\\nthat relieve the prisoner from the necessity of offering\\nsome reasonable explanation of this very remarkable\\noccurrence? Mr. Marley thought not, and if no ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nplanation were forthcoming was it unreasonable to pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nsume that the accused herself had stolen the goods?\\nThe question of her alleged wealth was immaterial. Mr.\\nMarley was aware that his learned brother, Mr. Griddles,\\nusually had much to say of kleptomania in cases of this\\nkind; but the dignity and the justice of English law\\ndoes not, and should not, discriminate between the felo\u00c2\u00ac\\nnious abstraction of goods by the rich and a similar trans\u00c2\u00ac\\ngression by the poor. If there was any comfort, any\\nsolace to Mr. Griddles or his client in the term klepto\u00c2\u00ac\\nmania they were welcome to such comfort and solace;\\nbut the punishment for kleptomania was the same as\\nfor common thieving. At this point Grace arose arid\\nto the astonishment of the magistrate and lawyers, said:", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "188\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill you let me say one word?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBefore anybody had time either to assent or dissent\\nshe continued:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI want it understood, that I make no plea of being\\naffected with kleptomania. I am not insane\u00e2\u0080\u0094insanity\\nmust not be offered in excuse. I did not take the things.\\nThat is all the plea I make. I did not take them. It\\nis as utterly impossible for me to steal as it is for your\\nown Queen to steal.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen she sat down, trembling all over. Mr. Marley\\nraised his hand deprecatingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cevery one understands the prisoner\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plea; it is the usual\\none of \u00e2\u0080\u0098Not Guilty\u00e2\u0080\u0099. Were that sufficient no guilty\\nperson would ever be punished. I ask your worship to\\ncommit the prisoner to jail to stand trial.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Gassaway had listened with ill-repressed anger to\\nMr. Marley\u00e2\u0080\u0099s harangue, and now that he talked of send\u00c2\u00ac\\ning Grace to jail the reporter could no longer contain\\nhimself. Forgetting that he was confronting the majesty\\nof the law, forgetting that he himself was a prisoner,\\nMr. Gassaway sprang to his feet and shook his fist at\\nthe astonished Mr. Marley. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are no gentleman,\\nsir!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he yelled at the top of his lungs. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nknow a lady when you see one! And, by the Eternal,\\nif you don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stop insulting this Southern girl I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll break\\nevery bone in your body!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Mr. Gassaway looked eager\\nand fully able to execute his awful threat, but circum\u00c2\u00ac\\nstances prevented the attempt.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSeize that man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the magistrate sternly. An\\nofficer advanced to obey the command. Supposing that\\nrespect for the law would overawe the offender, the officer\\nmade no special effort in the line of self-defense; result:\\nhe got promptly knocked down the moment he came\\nwithin the range of Mr. Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fist. Instantly the\\ncourt-room was in an uproar. Of course the doughty\\nreporter was overpowered, but though seized by three\\nbrawny officers he breathed threats and defiance. No\\nmatter what the odds, a Southern woman should not\\nbe insulted in his presence. \u00e2\u0080\u009cInsult to woman is some-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n189\\nthing no Gassaway can stand and, by the Almighty! if\\nthis magistrate had a soul as big as a peanut he wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsit there on that bench listening to a brutal lawyer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nassault on a defenseless woman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThese chivalrous sentiments were shouted out by the\\nfiery reporter as the three brawny officers dragged him\\nfrom the court-room. When he was under lock and\\nkey the proceedings of the court were resumed. The\\nmagistrate handed down his opinion to the effect that\\nthe evidence was of such a nature as to oblige him to\\nremand the prisoner to jail there to await trial at the\\nnext term of court. Lawyer Griddles, who all along\\nexpected this result, was about to make the customary\\nmotion for bail, when again the proceedings of the court\\nwere disturbed, this time by a young woman with a thin,\\nhaggard face who hitherto had been unnoticed among\\nthe crowd of spectators. Holding out her hands with\\nan appealing gesture toward the magistrate, she begged\\nto be sworn as a witness before the case was finally\\ndecided.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat does that person say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the magistrate\\nangrily, then looking over his spectacles at the officer\\non duty in the court, he added\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt seems singularly\\ndifficult to preserve order in court to-day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe officer, smarting under this rebuke, hurried to the\\nyoung woman and gruffly ordered her to leave the\\ncourt-room. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she almost screamed, shaking off\\nthe officer\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI cannot bear it. I want to tell the\\ntruth. That girl never stole. You may lock me up!\\nYou may put me in prison! I cannot bear to see her\\npunished! I took the things! I put them in her parasol.\\nI am the one! Let her go! I did it! I did it!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHer voice was raised to a hysterical shriek; every\\neye was turned to her. She was a tall, extremely thin\\nyoung woman, clad in a black gown much the worse\\nfor wear, yet there was something about her which\\nindicated that she did not belong to the illiterate classes.\\nMr. Griddles was the first to comprehend the import\\nof this woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt may be irregular, your", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "190\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\nworship/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut this whole case has been charac\u00c2\u00ac\\nterized by irregularities. The interests of justice, if not\\nthe rules of law, require that this young person be sworn\\nand allowed to testify.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe magistrate demurred to this; the case was closed.\\nThe place for the introduction of new testimony was at\\nthe trial at the next term of court. It was contrary to\\nthe rules and precedents to re-open a case and admit\\nnew testimony.\\nBut Mr. Griddles persisted, and as Mr. Marley inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nposed no objection the magistrate at length consented\\nto do \u00e2\u0080\u009cthis very irregular thing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The testimony of\\nthe young woman, Helen Beck by name, put a totally\\ndifferent aspect on the case. Her father, a curate in\\none of the poorest quarters of London with a salary\\nof \u00c2\u00a370 a year, had died ten months before, leaving his\\ntwo daughters to earn their bread by sewing. Her elder\\nsister had fallen ill with a slow fever, and was now at\\nthe point of death, dying for lack of food and medicine.\\nThis hard necessity had driven the younger one to steal.\\nShe had gone to the Co-operative store to seek work;\\nnone was given her, and as she was making her way\\nback to the street, filled with despair, the sight of all the\\nwealth around her and the recollection of her sick sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwretched condition tempted her to take a few things\\nwhich she intended to pawn for food and medicine. She\\nhad just succeeded in taking something from the variety\\ncounter when she saw the clerks whispering to a man\\nwhom she suspected was a detective. Alarmed and\\nagitated, she slipped the stolen goods into a parasol\\nthat leaned by her side against the counter. At the\\nmoment it did not occur to her that she would bring\\ntrouble to an innocent woman. She walked hurriedly\\nto the door; there she gave one glance back and saw\\nthe detective walking off with the owner of the parasol.\\nAll night her conscience tortured her; she examined the\\npapers and found when and where the trial was to be;\\nhad the prisoner escaped she would not have spoken,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "GRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\n191\\nbut not to save even her sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life could she bear to\\nhave an innocent person sent to jail for her crime.\\nThis story the young woman poured out in the most\\nexcited manner; her words and looks inspired belief in\\nher veracity.\\nThe magistrate listened attentively, then summoned\\nMr. Marley to his side. As the result of their con\u00c2\u00ac\\nsultation Mr. Griddles was told the court felt convinced\\nthat Miss Barton had been erroneously accused; she\\ntherefore stood released without further form or cere\u00c2\u00ac\\nmony. Mr. Griddles bowed politely to the magistrate\\nand congratulated Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u0098You have had a narrow\\nescape,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAppearances were certainly against\\nyou. I did not expect to get you off without a term\\nat Newgate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the girl, shuddering, \u00e2\u0080\u009chow awful to\\ncondemn the innocent! The law is so strong it ought\\nto be merciful. I can never thank you enough for your\\nefforts in my behalf.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t thank me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the lawyer, drily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nyour deliverer,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with a glance at Helen Beck. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut\\nfor her courage in confessing you would have been\\nremanded to Newgate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI realize how much I owe her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAt\\nbottom she must be a good woman with a good heart.\\nDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think those men who tried to send me to\\njail ought to be willing to* do me a favor?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 k\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIndeed they ought. What favor will you ask of\\nthem?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot to prosecute that poor girl. Speak to them,\\nMr. Griddles, and you too, Lord Apohaqui. You have\\ninfluence. Beg them not to prosecute her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Grace\\nslipped a ten pound note into Mr. Griddles\u00e2\u0080\u0099 hand and\\nasked him in a whisper to give it to the poor curate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ndaughter.\\nThis was rather more than the lawyer expected. True,\\nthe poor girl had saved Grace by her confession, but\\nMr. Griddles remembered that but for that same girl\\nMiss Barton would never have been in jeopardy. How-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "192\\nGRACE BARTON\u00e2\u0080\u0099S TRIAL\\never, he undertook Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s commission and succeeded\\nin inducing Mr. Dusty, on the part of the Co-operative\\nstore, to drop the prosecution.\\nMr. Marley formally announced that his client had\\nno charge to make; whereupon the magistrate nodded\\nat the policeman, who, in his turn, nodded at the young\\nwoman.\\nThe unfortunate young vicar\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter was to go free.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XIX.\\nLADY APOHAQUI DISAPPROVES OF THE BARTONS.\\nWhere the defendent is a beautiful girl with a lord\\nas her witness and the celebrated Mr. Griddles as her\\nlawyer, the ordinary run of police magistrate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cases are\\ndwarfed into insignificance. From the moment Grace\\nwas brought into court the other prisoners were for\u00c2\u00ac\\ngotten except, of course, by the officers whose duty it\\nwas to watch over them. Thus Calhoun and Gassaway,\\nalthough not overlooked, were yet not known to their\\nfriends to be prisoners. If Rhett mentioned the fact\\nit escaped Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s recollection; her mother and sister,\\nLord Apohaqui, Mr. Griddles and Blower were all there\\nbecause she was there; naturally she attributed the pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nence of her other friends to the same cause. But when\\nshe rose tO leave and asked Rhett if he was not com\u00c2\u00ac\\ning, she learned at last that some of her friends were\\nin the same boat that she had just been in.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow selfish of me to think only of myself,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI quite forgot about poor Mr. Gassaway. They have\\nlocked him up! They are very swift to lock up people\\nin this city. Will you also be locked up, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have already been locked up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said with a smile,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbut as I have transgressed no law I hope to be free\\nas soon as my case is called.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then he related what had\\nhappened at Trafalgar Square. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHumph!\u00e2\u0080\u009d grunted Mr.\\nGriddles, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif you put your case correctly you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have no\\ntrouble with the magistrate.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd what of Mr. Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d queried the lawyer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is the man who knocked down the policeman.\\nHis family and ours were friends before the war. I do\\nhope he won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be hardly dealt with.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe lawyer looked grave. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe laws of England al-\\n193", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "194\\nDISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\nlow all men to defend themselves; on establishing 1 the\\nfacts about the Trafalgar Square affair you will be liber\u00c2\u00ac\\nated; but the laws of England allow no man to resist\\nan officer; therefore, on that score, I fear it will go hard\\nwith your friend Gassaway.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe event proved the correctness of this opinion. It\\ndid not take ten minutes to satisfy the magistrate that\\nneither Rhett nor Gassaway were rioters; and the former\\nwas immediately released, but the unlucky reporter was\\nmade to suffer for his well meant but injudicious chiv\u00c2\u00ac\\nalry. At first the magistrate sentenced him to six months\\nimprisonment, but against this Mr. Griddles protested,\\nreminding the Court that the Reporter was an American,\\nunacquainted with English forms; that he had been\\ngreatly excited over the impending peril of the young\\nlady of whose innocence he was convinced; that his im\u00c2\u00ac\\nprudent action had been the result of his too impetuous\\nzeal in defending distressed beauty, not meant as dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nrespect for the honor of the magistrate or the peace\\nand dignity of England. By dint of such arguments\\nthe magistrate at length reduced the sentence to \u00c2\u00a310,\\nor ten days in Newgate. Grace, knowing Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nimpecunious condition, wished to pay the fine. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\nknow, Mr. Gassaway, this is my debt. It was incurred\\nin my behalf and it is my duty to pay it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see that, Miss Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the reporter with\\na jolly grin, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see it at all. I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think of\\nletting you pay the fine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it was for me you had the row in Court.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly in a way, Miss Grace. It would be nearer the\\nmark to say it was in the cause of the fair sex in general\\nthat I lifted my voice and dashed out my fist. The\\nGassaways cannot stand still and see a woman insulted.\\nThe blood runs too hot in our veins for that. But even\\nwere the trouble wholly and solely in your behalf, I\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t let you pay that fine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause I want to see this matter to the end. If\\nI wanted to I could pay my fine in a minute. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n195\\nmore than \u00c2\u00a310 sewed up in my shirt. But, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099d rather\\npay \u00c2\u00a310 not to pay it. It isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t every fellow who gets\\nten days in Newgate! Zounds! It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a bonanza, a mine\\nof pointers for my G. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nArgument had no effect upon Mr. Gassaway. It was\\nnot every American to whom Her Majesty furnished\\nfree board and he, Gassaway, would rather perish than\\ndecline so signal a mark of hospitality. As he marched\\noff to Newgate the author of the future G. A. N. looked\\nas pleased as if he were on his way to the Queen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncastle at Windsor.\\nMrs. Barton invited Rhett to dinner at the Metropole\\nand when it was seen that the carriage ordered by Lord\\nApohaqui did not have enough room for the whole party,\\nGrace insisted on accompanying Rhett in a hansom.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know, mamma, Rhett has been in jail too, and we\\nwant to compare notes. You and Clara and Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui go in the carriage, we shall come right on in the\\nhansom.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs Rhett and Grace started off in the hansom their\\nconversation turned upon the poverty that was terrible\\nenough to lead an educated girl, the daughter of a clergy\u00c2\u00ac\\nman, to steal that she might buy food and medicine for\\na dying sister.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace thoughtfully, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI have half a mind\\nto take lodgings in this part of London and see how\\nthe poor live. What a sham it is to say you have seen\\nLondon when you only visit the wealthy and fashionable\\ndistricts. This is the real, the awful London one ought\\nto see.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nSince their escape from the court-room, Rhett Cal\u00c2\u00ac\\nhoun had been sunk in sad, not to say gloomy, thoughts\\nin which the good-looking English lord played a very\\nprominent and disagreeable part. Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s reply showed\\nthe trend of his musings. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI fear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyour new\\nand noble friends would not approve of anything so\\neccentric.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you trying to be satirical, Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "196\\nDISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot at all. I merely warn you how English aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocrats would view so unusual a move.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe did not come to England tO imitate the aristoc\u00c2\u00ac\\nracy, or to regulate our movements to suit their views,\\nconsequently we need not consult them as to what we\\ndo.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, of course not, still you may have a reasonable\\ndesire to please the noble classes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the matter with you, Rhett? Something\\nseems to trouble you. Have you had bad news from\\nhome?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo. All at home are well, thank you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen what is the matter? You are not the same\\nRhett who came over with us on the Etruria.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, just the same, except a little older. Age brings\\ngravity, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNonsense! A few weeks couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t make you as\\nsolemn and serious as a man of fifty.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cStudents of human nature say men may grow old in\\na single night,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett, gloomily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must have been reading Byron. He makes one\\nof his miserable but adorable characters feel himself to\\nbe a thousand years old. I know what is the matter\\nwith vou.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are disappointed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou wanted me to get ten years in prison. I ob\u00c2\u00ac\\nserved you. As soon as I was set free your face grew\\nas black as a thunder-cloud. I did not think you were\\nso malicious. That noble lord\u00e2\u0080\u0094you may sneer at nobil\u00c2\u00ac\\nity as much as you like, but, all the same, he was de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlighted when I was let off. I shall always like him for\\nhis sympathy in my troubles.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cConfound his sympathy! You did not need it. You\\nhad your mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s afid sister\u00e2\u0080\u0099s and Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut not yours? Well, that is the unkindest cut of\\nall.\u00e2\u0080\u009d After a moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s silence, during which Grace was\\nthinking of the poor curate\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter, she said.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n197\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRhett, it would not do for me to live in England/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094his heart gave a glad bound.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf T lived in London I would become a Nihilist, an\\nAnarchist, a Fenian\u00e2\u0080\u0094or something of that sort; I would\\ntake to throwing bombs under the Parliament House,\\nor the throne, or something, that would blow things up,\\nor blow them down, and divide shelter, food and cloth\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a little more equally. It is terrible to see such suffer\u00c2\u00ac\\ning; it makes us who have everything we need feel so\\nselfish, so mean. The old Queen must be very unhappy,\\nknowing so many of her people are hungry while she\\nfeasts every day of her life.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nA dense fog had settled down on London and the\\nwindow of the hansom became opaque. Grace reached\\nher hand out toward the window. Rhett fancied she\\nwanted to wipe off the moisture in order to look out\\nand was about to offer his handkerchief for the purpose\\nwhen to his surprise she traced some letters with the\\ntip of her forefinger. The letters formed a name-\\nA-P-O-H-A-Q-U-I.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it not an odd name?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, leaning back in\\nher seat and eyeing it with a smile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must be very fond of it to write it on all the\\nglass windows in London,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned the young man\\nrather curtly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAll the glass windows in London?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the\\ngirl, with a happy laugh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat a romancer you are,\\nRhett. I was thinking what an odd name it is. The\\nidea of a man going about with such an odd name be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause one of his ancestors killed some poor Apohaqui\\nIndians in Canada two hundred years ago! I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nsuppose Lord Apohaqui would kill a mouse, much less\\nan Indian, he is so tender-hearted.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have never observed evidence of tenderness of heart\\nin Lord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Rhett, sarcastically. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare\\nsay, however, his grand title sets a sort of halo around\\nhis head.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere wasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any halo around Lord Bunger\u00e2\u0080\u0099s head,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "198\\nDISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\nor rather Mr. Bunger when he was posing as a Lord.\\nI thought him perfectly horrid.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis reply of Grace made the matter all the worse\\nfor poor Rhett. He could not conceal from himself that\\nit was not the Englishman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s title which had won Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nrespect; no one knew better than the young American\\nthat the young lord had personal and mental qualities\\nwell calculated to please both men and women. This\\nfact acted as an irritant to Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s feelings and he with\u00c2\u00ac\\ndrew into himself and became morose. Was Miss Barton\\nunsuspicious of the cause of her friend\u00e2\u0080\u0099s changing\\nmoods? Or was it. that wicked instinct of coquetry, so\\nnatural to the female heart, which made her mention\\nso often and so favorably the name of a man she felt\\nhe disliked?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see why you disapprove of Lord Apohaqui.\\nI am sure he seems very nice, considering he is a lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe finally said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like lords, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like the institution of aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocracy. I detest the whole system! The idea of a few\\nmen being hereditary law makers, living in luxury on the\\nlabor of others\u00e2\u0080\u0094but there! I have done. A fellow has\\nno business to come to Europe and find fault with all\\nhe sees. No doubt they do as well as they can over\\nhere, only don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t ask me to love your lords and aris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntocrats.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat night, as Rhett sat in his room in Montague\\nPlace thinking over the day\u00e2\u0080\u0099s events his heart sank\\nwithin him. True, Grace had chosen to accompany\\nhim from the Holloway Station, but was not that out\\nof mere sympathy for his lonely condition? fctad she\\nnot even while alone with him in the hansom, turned\\nher thoughts to Lord Apohaqui and written his name\\non the glass pane? Then too, at dinner, Rhett fancied\\nthe English nobleman was accorded unusual deference.\\nThey had been very kind and very polite to their old\\nAlabama friend but the treatment shown to him had\\nnot been the treatment shown Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPeople\\nwill be blinded by the glitter of a title,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Rhett,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n199\\nbitterly. Then he resolved to leave England at once.\\nBut he did not leave until he had written and posted\\nthe following letter:\\nMontague Place, Wednesday Night.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDear Miss Barton:\u00e2\u0080\u0094When I said good-night a few\\nhours ago I should also have said good-bye, for I am on\\nthe point of leaving England. Why did I not tell you?\\nBecause I had not the heart to say good-bye to such dear\\nfriends as you and your mother and sister. I have al\u00c2\u00ac\\nready given more time to England than I intended.\\nAfter a short run on the Continent I shall have to start\\nfor home. As you know, my trip was planned to cover\\nless than two months: going about with you and your\\nsister is such sweet pleasure that, if I do not tear my\u00c2\u00ac\\nself away with a sudden wrench, I might hang on indefi\u00c2\u00ac\\nnitely and give myself no time for the Continent, which,\\nof course, would never do, you know, all good Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncans must go at least once to Paris.\\nI trust, dear Miss Barton, you will have no more\\ndisagreeable adventures like that at the Police Station,\\nbut if any mischief does occur, may you be fortunate\\nenough to secure again so influential a champion as\\nLord Apohaqui. I may have seemed ill-natured about\\nhim, but I assure you I do think him a gentleman as\\nwell as a nobleman. Remember me kindly to your\\nmother and sister.\\nYour friend and schoolmate,\\nRHETT CALHOUN.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace read this twice to herself. Then she read it\\naloud. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho would expect such cranky conduct from\\nRhett Calhoun?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is always so frank\\nand straight. The idea of his running off that way!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t he tell us good-bye?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose he never thought of it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d suggested Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s business to think of his friends!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nClara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cTo run off without a word is downright mean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cClara,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton in a calm, reflective way,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think that Rhett is mean. I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how he", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "200 DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\ncould be mean. His mother was my dear friend and\\nhis father was a good rebel soldier, so you see Rhett\\ncouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be mean.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace made no comment; she put the letter in her\\ndesk and still pondered over it. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy praise Lord\\nApohaqui to me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she asked herself. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy drag his\\nname in at all? I know Rhett does not like him\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nto hope, if I get into another scrape, that Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui will get me out! As if\u00e2\u0080\u0094as if Lord Apohaqui be\u00c2\u00ac\\nlongs to me! As if,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she went on slowly in her musings,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cas if he wanted to get rid of us and turn us over to a\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094a stranger. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s unkind of Rhett, not at all like the\\nfriend he pretends to be. Well, he may go we can get\\nalong without him, the mean selfish thing!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThese were the words of her secret thoughts; but\\nwere there no thoughts deeper yet which she dared not\\nclothe in words? Did she really think her old friend a\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cmean, selfish thing\u00e2\u0080\u009d? Had she no vague suspicion as\\nto the real cause that had driven Rhett from the field?\\nWho can read the secrets of a young girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart\u00e2\u0080\u0094the\\nvague, first dawn of feelings altogether unknown even\\nto herself?\\nThe experiences in Holloway jail were enough to give\\nthe average tourist at least a temporary dislike for the\\nEnglish capital; moreover, the Bartons had already seen\\nthe principal sights of London and therefore,. shortly\\nafter the trial, they decided to go over to Tyrol.\\nIn the meantime, while they were reaching this deci\u00c2\u00ac\\nsion, Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s frame of mind was not pleasant.\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s conduct during the trial had won his highest\\nrespect,\u00e2\u0080\u0094but why had she gotten herself into so unusual,\\nso unpleasant a predicament? \u00e2\u0080\u009cWere she only under\\nthe restraint usual for English girls,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he thought, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe\\nwould be all I could desire, but to run over London\\nas free, as unprotected as a street flower-girl-\u00e2\u0080\u009d It\\nwas this sort of thing that was beginning to prey on\\nthe Englishman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lady Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui, when her son related the affair of the trial, \u00e2\u0080\u009cof\\ncourse that ends your project of marriage?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n201\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy should it end it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWould you marry a woman who has been tried for\\nstealing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe did not steal\u00e2\u0080\u0094the fact is as clear as day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut she suffered the degradation of a trial.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAny one may be accused and tried. You are not fair,\\nmother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s offense is not so much the trial as\\nputting herself in the way to be tried. A well-behaved\\ngirl would not run over London without a chaperon,\\nrisking to be insulted in this wise. This is a social crime,\\nand my son cannot afford to marry a social outcast!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood God, mother! You have no right to call that\\ngirl a social outcast.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is\u00e2\u0080\u0094and should be\u00e2\u0080\u0094from the society you and\\nI move in. At any rate I shall have nothing more to\\ndo with her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are very, very unfair. An accident like that\\nmight happen to any one,\u00e2\u0080\u0094to a duchess.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut they do not happen to duchesses, and they would\\nnot have happened to this American girl had she gone\\nunder the wing of a chaperon, as all decent girls do.\\nAre you so in love with this Miss Barton that you are\\nloath to let her go?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuppose I am in love with her, what of it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded\\nthe young man fiercely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is a woman no man need\\nbe ashamed to love.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought this was a case of mere business, to replen\u00c2\u00ac\\nish your empty purse?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBusiness be d-d!\u00e2\u0080\u009d blurted out the son, angrily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSometimes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, by way of apology, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca fellow\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nfeelings get the better of his manners.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo it seems,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned his mother coldly.\\nLord Apohaqui arose, thrust his hands into his pockets\\nand took a turn up and down the floor before speaking.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe fact is,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, stopping in front of his mother\\nand leaning against the mantel, \u00e2\u0080\u009calthough at first it was\\na mere business affair, it is so no longer. The more I", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "202\\nDISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\nsee of Miss Barton the less I think of her money,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the\\nmore I think of herself. If this be love-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt resembles it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted the mother, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand the\\nsooner you get out of the scrape the better.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t want to get out of it. You should have\\nseen her in the court-room, calm, dignified, lady-like;\\nno queen could have been more so,\u00e2\u0080\u0094and then the sweet\u00c2\u00ac\\nness of her nature! No resentment against the unfortu\u00c2\u00ac\\nnate woman who had placed her in that humiliating\\nposition. Mother, if you cannot find in this something\\nto admire, to love-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lady Apohaqui, with emphasis, \u00e2\u0080\u009call\\nthis is nonsense! Certainly, beauty and good nature\\ncount for much, but as long as we live in Society\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nyou and I do not propose to get out of it\u00e2\u0080\u0094obedience\\nto outward forms is of more importance than good\\nnature or good looks. It would not be morally wrong\\nfor a lady to walk on Regent Street barefooted, but\\nyour wife had better break a moral law in private than\\noutrage the rules of good form in public. Were Miss\\nBarton the only rich girl in the world, you might be\\nexcused for marrying her, but as long as England has\\nmany girls who do not act so insanely as to go slumming\\nin the East End you will be mad, positively mad, in\\nmarrying her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAt any rate there is method in my madness,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nLord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou yourself agreed that it is neces\u00c2\u00ac\\nsary for me to marry an heiress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI seriously doubt if she is as rich as reported. Such\\nthings are always exaggerated. A rich girl would have\\nhad opportunities, even in America, to acquire at least\\nthe appearances of propriety.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThere is no doubt as to her wealth,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Lord\\nApohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerican girls are reared differently from\\nEnglish girls; they are permitted more freedom. Miss\\nBarton has taken up what are called humanitarian ideas;\\nshe has a generous, impulsive heart and her mother\\nnever tries to restrain her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI should say she has a foolish, reckless nature; and", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n203\\nof all creatures a self-willed, opinionated wife is the\\nmost unendurable. I never wish to see any of the family\\nagain!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have an engagement to take them to Lady\\nDefreese\u00e2\u0080\u0099s reception,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, coldly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand\\nto Richmond. Do you mean to offer them a decided\\ninsult?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThose engagements were made before this last abom\u00c2\u00ac\\ninable affair. I have the right to break with such\\npersons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow will you do it? What will you say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall have a headache. Headaches are invaluable\\nto ladies in Society.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe outcome of this conversation was that Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui himself became the bearer of a politely worded\\nnote expressing Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s regrets that a very\\nsevere headache prevented, etc., etc.\\nMrs. Barton smiled as she read this note. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is\\nquite a coincidence,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said serenely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cClara, give\\nLord Apohaqui that note Grace wrote. We were just\\nabout to send your mother word, Lord Apohaqui, that\\nwe are feeling too shaky to leave the hotel.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNotwithstanding the polite wording of Lady Apoha-\\nqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s note, Grace suspected that this sudden canceling\\nof engagements was due to the jail episode. There was\\na certain embarrassment in Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s manner,\\na slight trace of anxiety; above all there was an absence\\nof any reference to future engagements. But she mani\u00c2\u00ac\\nfested no sign of her suspicions as she expressed the\\nhope that his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s indisposition was not serious.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot serious, but vexatious, especially to me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned the young Englishman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had looked forward\\nto the pleasure of showing you something of London\\nsociety.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are very kind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen we came\\nto England it was with no expectation of seeing anything\\nof the social world, and our stay will be so short we\\ncould not prpfit by Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kindness even were", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "204\\nDISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\nshe well enough to chaperon us. We leave London\\nto-morrow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTo-morrow?\u00e2\u0080\u009d voice and eyes both indicated genuine\\ndisappointment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. Mamma is not strong; the grief and anxiety\\nshe suffered while I was in jail have upset her nerves.\\nWe go to Riva in the Tyrol to stay until mamma gets\\nover her shock. A sudden noise, a slamming door, the\\nentrance of a servant when not expected startles her\\nand gives her vague fears that some officer of the law\\nhas come to get me. That is why we are going to Riva.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRiva?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, after expressing the\\nhope that Mrs. Barton would soon recover, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am told\\nthat is an extremely quaint old city. I have long in\u00c2\u00ac\\ntended to take a run to the Tyrol.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must let us know if you come while we are\\nthere,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton.\\nLord Apohaqui looked at Grace, but she did not\\nsecond her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s invitation, and when the young\\nEnglishman took his departure it was with a heavy heart.\\nHe knew within himself that he would go to Riva, but\\nwhether his going would result in good was a question\\nhe could not answer.\\nThe next day the Bartons left England, but not be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore they had called at Newgate to bid Mr. Gassaway\\ngood-bye. Grace again asked leave to pay the fine and\\nthus restore the American to. liberty, but the author of\\nthe G. A. N. would not consent.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt would not be treating the Queen right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know I am her guest. She asked me to stay ten\\ndays and ten days I shall stay to oblige her and also\\nto finish pickling and preserving pointers of life in an\\nEnglish jail; you have no idea how interesting they are.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I have an idea,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Grace, smiling at the\\nrecollection of her own jail experience. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy stay in\\nHolloway was not as long as yours in Newgate, but\\nit was long enough. It gave me all the idea I want of\\nEnglish prisons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s because you are not writing a G. A. N.,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "DISAPPROVES OF BARTONS\\n205\\nGassaway, grinning. When they had gone he wrote\\nthis hurried letter to Rhett Calhoun:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNewgate Prison, July-\\nRhett Calhoun, poste restante, Paris\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy Dear Rhett:\u00e2\u0080\u0094This morning I received your letter\\ntelling of your departure for Paris, and this afternoon\\nI received a call from the Bartons who leave to-morrow\\nfor Riva in the Tyrol. What the deuce is the matter\\nwith you all? That English lord isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in it; at any rate\\nhe isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t going to the Tyrol, and the Bartons are sick of\\nEnglish society under Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wing. Were\\nI you I should go to Riva, though there is no need\\nof hurrying as she is to be there a month or more. I\\nget out of this next Tuesday and start immediately for\\nLucerne. Meet me there. Then we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tramp over the\\nmountains to Innsbruck and on to Riva.\\nEver thine,\\nGASSAWAY.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cP. S. My note-book is fairly bulging with G. A. N.\\npointers. Lucky thing, this Newgate business\u00e2\u0080\u0094wish\\nyou had been committed too; you would have enjoyed\\nit.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett was not inclined to admit that he would have\\nenjoyed a sojourn in Newgate, but the rest of Mr. Gassa-\\nway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter gave him unqualified delight. Surely Lord\\nApohaqui must have abandoned his pursuit of Miss\\nBarton. Perhaps he had proposed and been rejected.\\nAt any rate it could not be that Grace really cared for\\nthe Englishman or she would not thus quickly leave\\nEngland. Yes, Gassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s plan was a good one. He\\nwould go to Lucerne and then when the American\\njoined him they would tramp together to Riva. Rhett\\nwas now a little ashamed of his sudden flight from Lon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndon and resolved to write to Grace from Innsbruck. He\\nfelt that he would never have the courage to tell Grace\\nthe real reason of his abrupt departure from England,\\nbut he might manage to write enough of his inward\\nhopes and fears to cause her to forgive him.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XX.\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL.\\nThe garden of the Hotel di Riva, on Lake Garda,\\nis one of the most delightful spots in Tyrol. The waters\\nof the lake stretch south to Italy and are hemmed in\\non either side by lofty mountains that in places break\\nabruptly off at the water\u00e2\u0080\u0099s edge forming sheer prec\u00c2\u00ac\\nipices three thousand feet high. The village of Riva\\nis at the extreme north end of this deep, dazzling inland\\nsea, and the garden of the hotel is at the extreme end\\nof the village. Although beyond Italy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s northernmost\\nfrontier, it is so sheltered by towering mountains that\\norange and lemon trees flourish and fill the air with\\nfragrance.\\nOn a certain afternoon in August, Mr. Louis Caroll,\\nnow of Rome, formerly of Georgia, sat in this garden\\non a bench near the water\u00e2\u0080\u0099s edge looking out over the\\nbeautiful lake, and reflecting on the business that had\\nbrought him to Riva. Three years ago his sister Marina\\nhad never tired of singing the praises of her school\u00c2\u00ac\\nmates the Bartons of Talladega; whenever Marina re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturned home on a visit it was with some new story\\nabout the two sisters, who were the belles of the Finisher\\nInstitute; and in those days Caroll had been romantic\\nenough to correspond with Clara Barton and even to\\nsend her his picture. Clara did not send him her pic\u00c2\u00ac\\nture, but Marina had told him that Miss Barton was\\nbeautiful. He knew from her letters that she was bright\\nand vivacious,\u00e2\u0080\u0094and now he was to meet this paragon\\nof whom he had heard so much during the past chree\\nyears. His friend Calhoun had telegraphed him from\\nParis that the Bartons were on their way to Riva and he\\nhad instantly come down from his summer camp m the\\nEngadine to meet them.\\n(206)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n207\\nWhile revolving these things in his mind Mr. Caroll\\nwas looking out over the water, and as he looked he\\nfinally became aware of the fact that the Desenzano\\nsteamer was approaching. Picking up the field glass\\nthat lay on the bench by his side he focused it on the\\nsteamer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBy Jove!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he exclaimed, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe has a passen\u00c2\u00ac\\nger.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nInasmuch as steamers are intended to carry passen\u00c2\u00ac\\ngers, Caroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s exclamation may seem superfluous; but\\nafter the first of July the little boat that plies along\\nGarda\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cliffs from Desenzano in Italy to Riva in the\\nTyrol seldom carries anything but freight. On this\\nAugust afternoon, however, the steamer actually did\\nhave a passenger who, to Caroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s surprise, proved to\\nbe one of his Roman acquaintances, the Count Marto\\nVolpi. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat the mischief brings him here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d wondered\\nCaroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cChianti told me Volpi was too impecunious\\neven to pay his board in Rome, much less to summer\\nin Tyrol.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe dock was only two hundred yards distant, and\\nCaroll was there before the boat anchored. When the\\nsolitary passenger on the upper deck saw Caroll his\\ndark face lighted up, he waved his hand, laughed and\\nblew kisses in the air. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Luigi mio! Dis ees Heaven!\\nI look around, no friend, everybody stranger! Den\\nyour face appear! It ees too much! I am too happy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou gush as much as ever!\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nthought you kept that sort of thing for Italy. We are\\nin Austria now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou Americans are wonderful!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Count,\\ngazing at Caroll with admiration. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLast month you say\\naddio, you go America! And yet now as soon again I\\nfind you in Riva! How you jump so quick?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have not jumped so quickly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nhave not been to America. Shortly after saying addio\\nto you, my dear Count, I received a commission to\\nmake a copy of my \u00e2\u0080\u0098Tide of Time\u00e2\u0080\u0099, which means another\\nwinter for me in Rome.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnother winter in Rome, eh? Ah! how that my", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "208\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\nheart rejoice! But, caro Luigi, tell me that you will not\\nyourself envelop in art as you have done de two years\\npast. Statues, paintings\u00e2\u0080\u0094ah yees, dey are grand! But,\\nDio mio! shall dey blind us to de\u00e2\u0080\u0094de\u00e2\u0080\u0094vat you call\\nbeauties of flesh and blood? One woman beautiful,\\nfilled with life, ees twenty statues worth!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI see you have another love affair on hand,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nCaroll, smiling. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is she, Count? Who is the\\nwoman beautiful, filled with life, that brings you to Riva\\nin August\\nVolpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s handsome face lighted up as he twirled the\\nends of his dark mustache and told his story. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf\\nnot seen her. I not know if she ees beautiful, I only\\nhope so. De Countess Chianti haf not seen her and\\nso she not know. But she haf heard dat she ees as\\nbeautiful as she ees rich. I shall see her to-night.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThat evening Caroll and the Count met in the garden\\non the edge of the lake. The night was dark, the lighted\\nend of the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cigar was the only visible object. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nhaf see her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Volpi as he took a seat on the bench\\nby Caroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s side. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Dio mio! I haf see her, haf hear\\nher speak!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd she is beautiful?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBeautiful? Diavolo! she ees plain like vat you\\nAmericans call one mud fence. Ah me! I not know\\nwhat I do!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA mud fence? That means downright ugly, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nlaughed Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cToo bad! Especially as you have\\ncome so far to see her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Count sighed and bewailed his hard luck.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat will you do, Count? Give her up?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGif her up? Nevaire! I marry her. I must marry\\nde rich wife. Of myself I haf no money.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you who adore beauty\u00e2\u0080\u0094what a fate!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ees cruel, diavolo! Yes, vaire cruel, but she haf\\nmuch money, caro Luigi, much money. My wife must\\nhaf de money, my sweetheart she must haf de beauty!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Italian method of arranging matrimonial affairs\\nwas rather shocking to the young American\u00e2\u0080\u0099s ideas,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n209\\nbut he made no comment, having- often heard of it be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen did you first learn of this rich girl, Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYesterday. Chianti come to me with a letter in his\\nhand. \u00e2\u0080\u0098Dis letter ees from Marie/ say Chianti; den he\\ntell me I must to Marie go immediate. I ask, \u00e2\u0080\u0098If she\\nees sick why not you, her husband, go immediate?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nChianti shrug his shoulder. \u00e2\u0080\u0098It ees for you, not for me,\\ndat you go immediate.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Den he gif me de letter he haf\\ngot from Marie and I understand why I must go to\\nher in Riva. See for yourself, Luigi.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Count took a scrap of paper from his pocket\\nand handed it to Caroll, who struck a match and by\\nits flickering light read the following fragmentary lines:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009c-quiet here but pleasant and in a few days will\\nbe pleasanter .still, as some of my countrywomen are\\ncoming. The Padrone tells me they have telegraphed\\nfor rooms. I have heard of them\u00e2\u0080\u0094a fine American\\nfamily, the Bartons of Alabama, very rich and only two\\ndaughters.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Bartons of Alabama?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll, handing the\\nscrap of paper back to the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre they the people\\nyou have come to see?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. When my cousin read Marie\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter he say,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098Here ees a chance for Volpi to himself establish com\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable and pay moneys he me owe so many year, what\\nyou call kill de two bird wid de one stone.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 Chianti\\nknow vat good ting for Italian Count to marry rich\\nAmerican girl. Before he marry Marie he all time\\nborrow money. Now he no more borrow, he lend to\\nme, he haf good income from de American wife. See?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCaroll saw; indeed, even a blind man might have\\nseen after so lucid an explanation; Caroll was too familiar\\nwith the matter-of-fact way these things are talked of\\nin Italy to receive any new shocks, or to express his\\nown opinions on the subect.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDis American ees vaire rich,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued the Count.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe haf travel wid two maids and her mamma. And\\nde maids\u00e2\u0080\u0094ah, Dio mio! You should dem see, Luigi", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "210\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094as lofely as Venus. I haf dem see in de salon and\\nmy heart go out to dem!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf that is so,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll, \u00e2\u0080\u009ctake one of the maids\\nand pass by the ugly mistress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLofe in a cottage ees good for Americans, but not\\nfor Italian nobleman,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNobleman\\nmust haf palace, carriages, horses, money\u00e2\u0080\u0094vat you call\\nde luxuries.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are the helpless and\\nunhappy victim of your class. What a misfortune to\\nbe born noble!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDat ees true, vaire true,\u00e2\u0080\u009d assented the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ntell you in one rhyme, Luigi, in one rhyme dat I see\\nin your paper English how it ees wid de nobleman.\\nBefore I one girl to marry can ask\\nDere must be a vision of tings\\nWhich de hard cash brings:\\nA winter at Nice,\\nWid a servant apiece,\\nA long yachting cruise,\\nTwo Napoleon shoes,\\nPlenty of wine,\\nTwo hours to dine.\\nDere must be all dis when I von girl request me to\\nmarry.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHow strangely was fate working! Here was Caroll\\nat Riva to see a young girl of whom he had heard much;\\nand here was another man on the same mission. Both\\nhad been told the girl was beautiful; the one had seen\\nher and pronounced her plain, not to say ugly. How\\ncould his sister Marina have so misled him? Why did\\nhis friend so mislead him? Was it merely a sorry joke\\nto induce him to go out of his way to see a girl \u00e2\u0080\u009cas\\nugly as a mud fence\u00e2\u0080\u009d?\\nWhile turning these matters over in his mind the\\ntwo men slowly walked back to the hotel. As soon as\\nthe sound of their footsteps died away there was a noise\\nas of rustling silken skirts in the rear of the bench on", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Dio mio! I haf see her said count Volpi.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "4", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n211\\nwhich the Count and Caroll had been sitting, and two\\nfigures rose up in the darkness and turned and looked\\nin the direction the two men had taken. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThese stupid\\nforeigners,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said one of the two, \u00e2\u0080\u009cmust be as blind as\\nbats. The idea of calling us as ugly as mud fences\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe crazy old Dago!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not think he is old, Clara.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMaybe not; but he is blind or he couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t call us\\nugly. Did he mean you or me, Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh! I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll take it all to myself, dear,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is welcome to call me ugly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut to call you ugly would show he\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the craziest\\nlunatic in Europe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cClara,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, in a reflective tone, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca mistake\\nhas been made.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes had on her best gown, the one mamma gave\\nher. She looked really stylish in it, but you know the\\npoor girl is not pretty,\u00e2\u0080\u0094she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s too sallow and thin and\\nsad.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat has Agnes to do with it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Count has made a mistake. At dinner to-night\\nAgnes wore her new silk gown; you and I had just come\\nin from the long ride in the cars. We were in our old\\ngray traveling gowns and were too lazy and too hungry\\nto dress for dinner. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you see?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I see! I see!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara clapping her hands\\njoyously. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe hotel people took Agnes for a rich girl\\nand you and me for her maids, and they have put the\\nCount on the wrong track. That is fun.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt will be fun\u00e2\u0080\u0094if we can keep it up,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish we could keep it up! I would like to pass\\nas a poor servant-maid just once to see how these for\u00c2\u00ac\\neigners behave to us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou heard him say he would marry the girl no matter\\nhow ugly she is? Well, I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got a plan that will work\\nbeautifully if only Agnes will help us and mamma won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbetray us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t very well betray us since she can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "212\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\nspeak a word of French, Italian or anything but her\\ndear old English/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you propose?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes must take your place; there is no one to take\\nmy place so it can be given out that I stopped in Dresden\\nto study German. You and I will play lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s maids;\\nyou shall be Agnes Allan, I will be Lucy. I am mamma\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmaid, you are Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 maid. It is thus we must become\\nacquainted with this Italian nobleman who has come\\nto ask one of us to marry him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe two girls stole back to the hotel and up to their\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s room. Agnes was called, the episode of the\\ngarden was told, Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s scheme detailed and after some\\ndifficulty Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s and Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 objections were over\u00c2\u00ac\\ncome. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe acting will all be ours,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\nwill assume a rather humble air and style of dress, walk\u00c2\u00ac\\ning a little behind mamma and Agnes and carrying\\nshawls and books. All you will have to do, mamma,\\nwill be to remember about the changed names. I am\\nLucy and Clara is Agnes; Agnes must be called Clara.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen the little drama was arranged to her satisfaction,\\nGrace took out her writing materials and began scrib\u00c2\u00ac\\nbling.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJotting down \u00e2\u0080\u0098pointers\u00e2\u0080\u0099, a la Gassaway?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, a little pointer. I saw it in an English paper\\nthe other day. I mean to throw it into the enemy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncamp to offset that doggerel he repeated. Listen:\\nWhen a girl says \u00e2\u0080\u0098No\u00e2\u0080\u0099!\\nIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so different\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh!\\nThere\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a vision of things\\nThat poverty brings-\\nA winter complete\\nOn Uneasy Street,\\nA temptation to rob,\\nA two Napoleon job,\\nA boarding-house meal\\nAnd a brand new deal,\\nFor it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s different\u00e2\u0080\u0094oh!\\nWhen a girl says\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u0098No!\u00e2\u0080\u0099", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n213\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow will you get it to him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, I shall find a chance. When the Count is in\\nthe very hottest agony of making love to Agnes I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll\\nthrow it at him; or maybe I may send it at once before\\nthe play begins. At any rate he shall get it, Clara, have\\nno fear.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe day after his arrival at Riva when Count Volpi\\njoined Caroll at breakfast in the garden, three letters\\nlay on his plate. The first two were duns, forwarded\\nfrom Rome; these the Count coolly tore into bits and\\ntossed in the air, letting the pieces flutter down on the\\ngrass, like flakes of snow. The third missive brought\\na frown to the Italian\u00e2\u0080\u0099s swarthy brow.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnything wrong?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Caroll.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWrong? Yes, it ees wrong,\u00e2\u0080\u0094vaire wrong, though\\nmaybe you t\u00e2\u0080\u0099inlc it ees a goot joke.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll, lifting his eyebrows.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWid me it ees no joke; it ees vaire serious; it ees\\none grand passion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf what are you talking. Count? What is your grand\\npassion?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi pushed the letter across the table It was the\\ndoggerel verse Grace had written. Caroll laughed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\naccuse me of this?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainment\u00e2\u0080\u0094I haf talk only to you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI assure you that it is not my work. I never saw\\nthese lines before. Possibly you have repeated your lines\\nto Miss Barton and this is her reply. Bright girl, even\\nif she is ugly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi was positive he had not repeated the rhymes\\nto any one but Caroll, but the latter had his own opinion\\nof the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s accuracy. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is to be hoped, Count,\\nthat this is not her final answer to your suit.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi smiled complacently. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf no fear. Wid de\\nladies Italian I haf goot luck; why should I not haf goot\\nluck wid de ladies American? Chianti haf marry a lady\\nAmerican; he haf no difficulty. Chianti say American\\ngirls come to Europe to make matrimony; American\\ngirls lofe titles and you haf no titles in your country.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "214 A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have plenty of judges and colonels/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 laughed\\nCaroll.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYees, but no noble titles, and dat force de rich Sig-\\nnorinas to come to England, to Italy to make de noble\\nmarriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDuring the afternoon Count Volpi remained closeted\\nwith his cousin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife, asking questions about the Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\ntons and planning a matrimonial campaign. Caroll put\\nin his afternoon climbing one of the neighboring moun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntains, while the Bartons sat out in the garden on the\\nbanks of the lake, reading and inhaling the soft breath\\nof the winds wafted northward from Italy across the\\nLake of Garda\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cool and peaceful waters. Agnes was\\ndressed in one of Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s handsome gowns; there was\\nso little difference in the height of the two girls that the\\ngown fitted Agnes quite as well as Clara. Mrs. Barton\\nand Agnes sat together on one bench reading; Grace and\\nClara, as befitted poor traveling companions, were on\\na bench some distance in the rear, sewing. While the\\nparty was thus disposed, the Countess Marie de Chianti\\ncame sauntering down from the hotel, a book in one\\nhand, a big red parasol in the other, and close at her\\nheels an ugly pug dog with bow-legs and a tail that was\\ntwisted as tight as a corkscrew. The Countess was a\\nlittle creature; she had a worn appearance, her cheeks\\nwere thin and sallow. But apparently she was still alive\\nto all the coquetries of her sex. On each sallow cheek\\nwas a little round spot of rouge; there were dark rings\\nunder her eyes and incipient crows-feet were visible.\\nNeither the wrinkles nor the loss of flesh seemed the\\nresult of bad health or age, but rather of worry. A\\ncasual acquaintance of the Countess Marie might ask,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat has she to worry about? Her highest ambition\\nhas been attained, why is she not satisfied and happy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen in Rome her outward life is one long round of\\namusements, balls, receptions, teas, dances\u00e2\u0080\u0094but her in\u00c2\u00ac\\nward life! ah! what is that? The noble Count who be\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore marriage had seemed to her a second Romeo did not\\npermit even the honeymoon to wax and wane before he", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n215\\nshowed the cloven hoof and let her feel that he was her\\nlord and master. Within ten days after their marriage\\nin New York, while on the steamer en route for Italy,\\nhe roundly slapped his bride on both cheeks. From\\nthat time on he had often \u00e2\u0080\u009ccorrected\u00e2\u0080\u009d her by even more\\nheroic means. Intimate friends acquainted with these\\ndomestic episodes did not marvel that ten years of mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nried life had sufficed to transform a bright butterfly of\\na girl into a miserable woman with rouged cheeks and\\ncrows-feet around her eyes.\\nIt was this painted reminiscence of the once pretty\\nMarie Van Cortlandt, native of New York, that came\\nup to the bench in the Garden di Riva and bowed and\\nsmiled and presented Mrs. Barton a square bit of paste\u00c2\u00ac\\nboard whereon was engraved the Chianti monogram and\\nher name, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMarie, Countess di Chianti.\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course\\nyou would never guess from my name that I am Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the little Countess with affected gayety, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut\\nI am just as American as though my name were Smith\\nor Jones. That is why I have come out to see you.\\nThe Padrone told me you were from America and that\\nyou have been out in the garden since breakfast. It\\nis lovely here, is it not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, it is beautiful,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Mrs. Barton, with\\na troubled look in her usually honest eyes. It was\\nutterly contrary to the instincts of her nature to conceal\\nthings; she was too frank, too candid to play a part,\\nand when this native American introduced herself, Mrs.\\nBarton at once thought of the little comedy her daugh\u00c2\u00ac\\nters had induced her to sanction and consequently of the\\nfibs she would have to tell when speaking of her family.\\nNaturally, the Countess would ask if she were alone.\\nHow could she, who never in her life had attempted to\\nprevaricate, say that she had one daughter when she\\nhad two? How could she introduce a plain, melancholy\\nwoman of twenty-five as her daughter and her own\\nbright, happy girls as mere traveling companions? Agnes\\ncame to the good lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s assistance and took upon her\u00c2\u00ac\\nself all the sin of fibbing.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "216\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cintroduce me to the lady.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen the introduction was over Agnes resumed:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma and I both think this is the prettiest place we\\nhave seen in Europe. I almost fear we shall become\\nweaned from dear old America. Do you think that\\npossible, mamma?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNever! There is no place as good and sweet to me\\nas Alabama,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Mrs. Barton with a sigh of relief.\\nShe felt that she had crossed a very difficult place indeed.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose, Countess,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat you are en\u00c2\u00ac\\ntirely European by now?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, no! I never speak of my home to the people\\nhere, but I never forget it. My heart is always there.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou go back on visits, do you not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI have not been back once since my marriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot once? Do you dread the ocean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, no!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Countess, with a short, bitter\\nlaugh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBut my husband does not like America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot like America?\u00e2\u0080\u009d repeated Mrs. Barton, opening\\nwide her mild eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is the matter with him?\\nAny one who finds fault with America must be light\u00c2\u00ac\\nheaded. Don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think so, Countess?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAs it is my husband who finds the fault,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the\\nCountess, with the same bitter little laugh, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI suppose\\nI must not say he is light-headed. You know a wife\\nmust agree with what her husband says.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Barton, seriously, \u00e2\u0080\u009cnot if he\\nabuses your country, because, my dear, you must know\\nif any man prefers Europe to America there is something\\nwrong about him\u00e2\u0080\u0094very wrong!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment Count Volpi came sauntering up and\\nwas introduced by the Countess to Mrs. and Miss Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cof America.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFrom Alabama,\u00e2\u0080\u009d added Mrs. Barton with gentle\\npride. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are from the South, Count. You must not\\ntake us to be Massachusetts Yankees who talk through\\ntheir noses.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Volpi bowed with the profoundest respect\\nand gallantly observed he would have known at a glance\\nthat the Signora Barton and her lovely daughter were", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n217\\nfrom a land over which bent blue skies and where the\\nair was fragrant with flowers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou talk just like a\\npoet, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton with a smile. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094I mean Clara,\u00e2\u0080\u0094don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think the Count looks like\\na poet?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace and Clara, as befitted their pretended positions,\\nsat silently on a bench some distance behind that on\\nwhich Mrs. Barton and Agnes and the Countess were\\nseated, and before which stood Count Volpi. Grace\\nand Clara could not hear Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words, but the defer\u00c2\u00ac\\nence, the courteous attention, the sympathetic, respect\u00c2\u00ac\\nful glances which the Italian bestowed upon the poor\\npreacher\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter were plainly visible to the two\\nAmerican girls and excited their indignation.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust look, Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSee how grand\\nand polite he is\u00e2\u0080\u0094what splendid manners\u00e2\u0080\u0094and all be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncause he thinks Agnes is rich! He doesn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t even see us!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBecause we are the poor traveling companions,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nGrace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cClara, any woman who marries a man, know\u00c2\u00ac\\ning he courts her for her money, ought to be locked up\\nin an asylum. What can she expect but unhappiness?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere I a lawmaker,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI would have a law\\nto head off these titled paupers.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow can that be done?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThey shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be allowed to get their income from\\nAmerica. If they sold out their American goods and\\nland, all right; but this thing of letting people live in\\nEurope and draw their incomes every year from America\\nisn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t right.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe bench on which Grace and Clara were sitting\\nfaced the lake; to their left was a thicket and Louis\\nCaroll, winding his way through this thicket, emerged\\ninto the open garden at the water\u00e2\u0080\u0099s edge not five yards\\nfrom where the two girls sat. He saw them, and in fact\\noverheard Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remark. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon, ladies,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Caroll, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI thought I heard the sound of my native\\ntongue.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, we speak English,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace calmly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAmerican, I think?\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "218\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am always so glad to see my countrymen and\\nwomen,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Caroll, still holding his Alpine hat\\nin his hand, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I cannot resist the pleasure of a word\\nwith them. Have you been long in Europe?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAbout two months.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd I, alas! nearly three years.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf it is \u00e2\u0080\u0098Alas\u00e2\u0080\u0099, why do you stay?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s business is his master; my business holds\\nme here, but my heart is always in America. By the\\ntime you have been abroad as long as I, you also will\\nrejoice to hear your native tongue and possibly, as boldly\\nas I, will venture to speak to compatriots.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe have not been away from home as long as you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nreturned Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut we also are glad to see and speak\\nwith people from our own country. May we ask what\\nState you are from?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGeorgia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you are Southern? I am glad!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe are from Alabama, which you know is a sister\\nState of Georgia\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe children of sisters are cousins,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll seri\u00c2\u00ac\\nously. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am happy indeed to find two such lovely\\ncousins.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, with simple gravity, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhen\\nyou know the position we at present occupy you may\\nnot be so ready to acknowledge kinship.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean? What position do you occupy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy sister and I are merely traveling companions\\nfor Mrs. Barton and her daughter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Barton, from Alabama?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. Why do you seem astonished?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo tell the truth, I am a little astonished; yet there\\nis nothing to astonish me. I came here on purpose to\\nsee the Bartons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you know them?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly from hearsay. My sister Marina was a school\u00c2\u00ac\\nmate of the Miss Clara Barton, and painted her picture\\nin such lovely colors that I naturally wished to see her.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n219\\nSince I have heard conflicting accounts of her I am\\nmore anxious than ever to see her and judge for my\u00c2\u00ac\\nself.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cConflicting accounts?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. Marina described her as lovely\u00e2\u0080\u0094indeed Marina\\nthought both sisters lovely,\u00e2\u0080\u0094but an acquaintance has\\nrecently told me that one of them is not pretty at all.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCaroll presented Rhett Calhoun\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter of introduction\\nto Mrs. Barton that evening in the hotel parlor, and\\nwas duly introduced to Agnes still masquerading as\\nf Miss Clara Barton\u00e2\u0080\u009d. Caroll asked where Miss Grace\\nBarton was. Agnes saved Mrs. Barton all trouble by\\nexplaining that \u00e2\u0080\u009cGrace had stopped in Dresden to study\\nGerman.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The next morning when Caroll found Grace\\nand Clara again on their bench in the garden and told\\nthem he had met the Bartons, Grace asked which had\\ngiven the more truthful account, his sister Marina or\\nhis Riva acquaintance. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is hard to say,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied\\nCaroll, hesitatingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton hardly comes up to\\nthe picture my sister painted. Marina has always been\\nvery enthusiastic. Everything she loves looks beautiful\\nin her eyes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you do not love Miss Barton and so do not find\\nher beautiful?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t a fair way to put it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\ndidn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say one has to love a woman to find her beautiful,\\nbut sometimes when one does love a woman one finds\\nher beautiful, even though in reality she is exceedingly\\nplain. Had Marina been talking about you I should not\\nfind myself wondering at her taste.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPlease do not degenerate into flattery,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe do not like it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy not? If a girl is lovely, what\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the harm in\\ntelling her?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you say that just the same whether the girl\\nis lovely or ugly?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I do not. True, I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell an ugly girl that\\nshe is ugly; that would be needlessly cruel. But neither", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "220\\nA COMEDY IN TYROL\\ndo I go out of the way to flatter and say that she is\\nbeautiful.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI say nothing at all.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara with a touch of scorn in her tone,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cis equivalent to saying if a girl is beautiful you go to\\nher, talk to her, say pleasant things to her, while the\\nugly girl you pass by without a word. How do you\\nknow but that the ugly girl has a nobler nature, a finer\\nmind than that of the beauty you flatter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not know,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Caroll frankly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf the\\nugly girl is superior, and if accident permits us to find\\nthat fact out, we admire her, no matter if her form and\\nface are not divine. The advantage pretty girls have\\nis that they induce people to investigate. When we see\\na beautiful shop-window we enter expecting, or at any\\nrate hoping, to find the goods we wish. But if the win\u00c2\u00ac\\ndow is badly arranged, if the drapery is ugly, dull\u00e2\u0080\u0094we\\npass by without a thought of entering that store.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA very flattering simile,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand sister\\nand I thank you for complimenting our shop-windows.\\nIt is very good of you, indeed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot at all,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Caroll, with a bold look of\\nadmiration at the girl before him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am a reader of\\nhuman nature, and will stake my reputation that in your\\ncase the whole store is as good, if not better, than the\\ndisplay in the window. It isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t often you find brains as\\nwell as beauty. When you do it makes a splendid com\u00c2\u00ac\\nbination.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is a combination which may be easily bettered,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nremarked Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow so?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy adding one important item.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat item is that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMoney,\u00e2\u0080\u009d nodded Grace, tapping the toe of her boot\\non the gravel. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOr maybe it would sound better to\\nsay bonds\u00e2\u0080\u0094a combination of brains, beauty and bonds.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cConfound your bonds!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Caroll, testily. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nhave an acquaintance\u00e2\u0080\u0094an Italian Count\u00e2\u0080\u0094who looks out", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "A COMEDY IN TYROL\\n221\\nfor that sort of thing. The Count appreciates beauty\\nand brightness as much as I do, yet not long ago he\\ndeliberately planned to marry a girl he had never seen,\\nand who, now that he has seen, he declares is painfully\\nugly. He thinks he is making a great business stroke;\\nI think he is a fool. It is risky enough to marry a rich\\ngifl even when she has sense and refinement; to marry\\nany other sort of an heiress is sheer madness.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u0099\u00e2\u0080\u0099 asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy, if a rich girl is at all lacking in refinement she\\nwill show it some day by a taunt, a sneer. \u00e2\u0080\u0098Who brought\\nthe fortune? Who pays the bills?\u00e2\u0080\u0099 What man would\\nstand such questions? My Italian Count might, but no\\nAmerican would. Then too, a rich girl is so apt to be\\nstiff, formal, disagreeable. See how friendly we are\\nchatting here together. Do you fancy we could do this\\nwere you an heiress like Miss Barton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt seems, sir,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, with quiet gravity, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat\\nyou do not leave rich girls a single virtue. There is\\ndoubtless some truth in what you say, but I should be\\nsorry not to think your generalizations entirely too\\nsweeping. Lucy, we had better go. Mrs. Barton may\\nwant us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, confound me!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Caroll as he watched the\\ntwo girls walk away. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI almost believe I\u00e2\u0080\u0099m in an en\u00c2\u00ac\\nchanted land. Whoever heard poor traveling compan\u00c2\u00ac\\nions talk like that? They beat their mistress in looks\\nand sense and everything else that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s worth having.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThen Caroll turned to greet Count Volpi as that ex-*\\nquisite gentleman came down the garden walk to meet\\nhim.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXL\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES.\\nCount Marto Volpi was a handsome, volatile Italian,\\nquick, nervous, vivacious; he loved the bright, the beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful, and was profoundly bored by the ugly, the dull,\\nthe stupid. Not that Volpi himself was profound; he\\nwould not have understood a woman of depth, but he\\ndid know how to appreciate a woman who was clever,\\nquick at repartee, who had beautiful eyes and knew\\nhow to use them\u00e2\u0080\u0094in short, a woman who understood\\nmen and the art of fascinating them. Poor Agnes had\\nnot the faintest idea of this art; she was as plain and\\nmatter-of-fact in her talk with men as though flirting\\nhad never been invented. The half-hour that Volpi\\ntalked with her while the Countess Chianti engaged Mrs.\\nBarton in conversation passed very slowly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nexclaimed the Count, when he came up to where Caroll\\nwas standing, \u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio, Luigi, it ees terrible. I tink\\nI go vat you call mad.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the matter, Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Caroll. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\\nhave been talking the last half-hour with your American\\nheiress. What is there in that to disconcert you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLuigi, my friend,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Volpi, solemnly, \u00e2\u0080\u009chaf you see\\nher? Haf you look at her nose, her ears? Ah! of course\\nnot! Ven you haf see her you will know why I say it\\nees terrible. Ven you talk to her she all time say, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Yes,\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098No,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0098Yes,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 \u00e2\u0080\u0098No,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 like one machine. No life, no beauty,\\nno what you call idea! Ah! ven you see dis, Luigi, you\\nknow why I go crazy!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you talking of Miss Barton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Caroll,\\ncoolly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio! Vat for I talk of anybody else? Vat I\\ncare if other girl ees stupid? But to dis girl I must\\nmake lofe\u00e2\u0080\u0094dat is vat make me go crazy, not de mar-\\n222", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n223\\nriage. Marriage ees not so bad. It ees de lofe-making.\\nVen you make de lofe you must go her way, must look\\nat her wid all your eyes and make belief you lofe her/\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill it not be still worse when she is your wife?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo! dat is different\u00e2\u0080\u0094vaire different. Den she go her\\nway and I go my way and everybody ees vaire happy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd that is what you want? What you purposely\\nstrive for?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYees,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Italian, his big dark eyes show\u00c2\u00ac\\ning the astonishment Caroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s question caused him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEes\\nnot dat vaire natural?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot to me. The wealth of Croesus would not atone\\nto me for a life of unending dullness. Give me a life of\\ncompanionship, a woman of sweetness, gentleness\u00e2\u0080\u0094a\\nwoman whom I can love\u00e2\u0080\u0094a woman whose mere pres\u00c2\u00ac\\nence by my side in front of the open fire, or at my\\nlibrary table when reading by the shaded glow of my\\nstudent-lamp,will make me happy-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAspetto\u00e2\u0080\u0094enough!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI not like\\ntalk of dat. I lofe all dat, too, but for de nobleman\\nmoney ees necessaire. Ah, Diavolo! Why ees it dat\\nde rich girl moost so ugly be? And de lofely girl moost\\nso poor be? De signora Barton haf two companions,\\nde signorine Allen, vaire, vaire beautiful, but no money\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094no, not one centessimo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhile Caroll and the Count were thus chatting and\\nsmoking in the garden, Grace and Clara were in Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099\\nroom listening to an account of the Italian\u00e2\u0080\u0099s love-making.\\nVolpi had placed his hand on his heart, sighed and de\u00c2\u00ac\\nclared he would be happy could he only fathom the\\ndepths of Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 heavenly blue eyes! \u00e2\u0080\u009cThink of that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Agnes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHeavenly blue eyes! Gold can gild any\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing. Nobody ever told me before that my eyes were\\nheavenly!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat did you say, Agnes?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI said in America people do not fall in love so rapidly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098You must read Romeo and Juliet,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u0098Dey\\nfall in de lofe in two minutes.\u00e2\u0080\u0099 I said I was skeptical\\nof such quick love. \u00e2\u0080\u0098Yees,\u00e2\u0080\u0099 was his reply, in your cold,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "224\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\nprosaic country, but not in Italy, not in lofely Italy,\\nvid de skies blue and de poetry in de air. In Italy de\\ndeep and deathless lofe come as quick as lightning/\\nAt this point a gentle rap on the door interrupted\\nAgnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 narrative; Clara opened the door and in walked\\nthe Countess Chianti. She was very pale and had a\\nsort of hunted look as if an enemy were pursuing her.\\nThe Countess closed the door and turned the key in\\nthe lock. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is hunted,\u00e2\u0080\u009d was Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s inward comment.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Countess, excitedly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cpray\\nexcuse me. I am nervous to-day. I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094wish to speak\\nto you in private. Will you send those girls out? I\\nwish to see you alone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly, if you wish,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Agnes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut these\\ngirls can be trusted implicitly.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps it is as well. Some day what I say may\\nconcern them and they will not betray me\u00e2\u0080\u0094no, no, they\\nhave sweet, good faces. I will trust them. May I sit\\ndown?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace and Clara both sprang for a chair.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou look faint. Agnes, order\\nsome wine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nClara rang the bell. The Countess took a swallow of\\nthe light wine the waiter brought and seemed some\u00c2\u00ac\\nwhat recovered from her nervous agitation. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou must\\nnot think me crazy, Miss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, with a smile.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, no! We are glad to see you, dear Countess.\\nIf you have troubles, you will get our sympathy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTrouble?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the poor Countess. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, you do\\nnot know\u00e2\u0080\u0094no one knows! Once I was free, happy as\\nyou are, Miss Barton, then\u00e2\u0080\u0094then\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTears stopped her speech. Agnes put her arm around\\nher waist, Grace clasped her hand and pressed it to as\u00c2\u00ac\\nsure the poor thing she was pitied. The Countess sobbed\\nawhile, her head leaning on Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 shoulder, then wiped\\nher eyes and resumed her story.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was only a child. My mother was dead. Papa\\nloved me, but Chianti wanted to marry me; papa did\\nnot tell me how different foreigners are from Americans.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n225\\nI was only eighteen and very ignorant. Chianti had\\nelegant manners. Oh! He was so polite, so charming\\nbefore we were married. I thought it would be so\\npretty to be called Countess. I was then very much\\nin love with the Count, I thought he was like a Prince.\\nPapa was about marrying again and quite absorbed in his\\nyoung fiancee. I knew he would not miss me,.so I\\n.married the Count and was very happy the day we sailed\\nfrom New York. But, oh! I was so wretched the day\\nwe landed in Naples!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHere the Countess again broke into sobs and the\\ngirls caressed and soothed her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou shall know why my happiness flew away so\\nquickly,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she resumed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are my own people and\\nyou will be friends to me. I am alone here, these people\\nare so strange to me, and papa is dead now, I have no\u00c2\u00ac\\nbody to talk to. I cry all night and he \u00e2\u0080\u0094Oh! he is so\\ncruel, so cruel!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mean your husband?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, a great\\nwrath rising in her breast; it seemed to her to be so\\ncontemptible to be cruel to this delicate creature.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, my husband,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the little Countess. \u00e2\u0080\u009cBe\u00c2\u00ac\\nfore we landed at Naples, he told me that in Italy hus\u00c2\u00ac\\nbands are the masters, that noblemen always marry for\\nmoney. When I asked if he had married me for my\\nmoney, he laughed and asked me if I thought an Italian\\nnobleman would marry a common American girl whose\\nfather was only a soap-maker if she had no fortune.\\nThis was on the ship. It was an Italian ship; all the\\npeople talked Italian; nobody spoke English except my\\nhusband and me. When he told me he married me for\\nmy money, I asked him if he loved any woman more\\nthan me, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnother storm of sobs impeded the poor creature\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nspeech. The girls redoubled their caresses and sympathy.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, again wiping her eyes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou are so\\ngood to me, it helps me to have you good! In all these\\nten years that I have been in Italy, I have never talked\\nlike this before.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "226\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOpen your whole heart to us. It will empty it of\\nsome sorrow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, tenderly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen you asked him if he loved anyone more than\\nhe loved you, what did he reply asked Clara.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe only laughed. I insisted, then he said, Yes there\\nwas a beautiful peasant girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099; and he showed me her\\npicture. She was beautiful, oh so beautiful. I loved\\nthe Count and you may imagine how that woman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbeauty was like a dagger in my heart, but I did not\\nthen dream that he had not given her up. I thought\\nmarriage was so sacred; I thought he was mine as I\\nwas his; but no, not so; in Rome he plainly told me\\nhe would not give up the girl. I said then that I would\\nnot be his wife any longer; that I would go back to\\npapa. That angered Chianti; we both said harsh words,\\nand at last he\u00e2\u0080\u0094he struck me down!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, the brute! The unmanly brute!\u00e2\u0080\u009d burst out from\\nthe indignant Clara. Grace tenderly folded the poor,\\ncrushed creature in her arms.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPoor little girl!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she murmured, \u00e2\u0080\u009cpoor little wounded\\nbird.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the little Countess, again wiping her eyes,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI was wounded, I wanted to die, I wanted to run away.\\nHad I been in my own country I would have run away,\\nbut I was watched, closely watched, until my health\\nand spirits broke so that I no longer had the energy\\nto escape. I wrote my father begging him to come to\\nme. I believe now my letters were never sent. Six\\nyears ago papa died and my fortune was so tied up\\nthat my husband can only get the income. When I\\ndie he will lose the income. This makes Chianti very\\ncareful of my health. A doctor must see me Once a\\nweek; I am taken to places of amusement; Chianti is\\nvery solicitous, very polite, but I know why that is, and\\nit gives me no pleasure. On the contrary, I detest his\\nofficious attentions. He wishes to preserve my life only\\nbecause he will lose my money when I die. I meant\\nonce to run away, but my father-confessor said it would", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n22?\\nbe a mortal sin. You know how Catholics regard mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I know, poor little wounded bird, I know, I\\nknow/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 murmured Grace with infinite pity in her voice\\nand eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Countess. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt has been long\\nsince anybody has said such sweet things to me. But,\\nMiss Barton, it was not merely to confide my troubles\\nto you that I came to your room. I want to warn you\\nnot to make the mistake that I made.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow is there danger of that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Agnes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCount Volpi is here because of a letter I wrote my\\nhusband. I mentioned that a rich American girl was\\ncoming here with her mother. Volpi is my husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncousin and owes him a great deal of money. Count\\nVolpi plans to marry you, Miss Barton. I do not know\\nthat he would treat you as his cousin treats me, but I\\nfear\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo not fear, dear Countess,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, with a smile,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCount Volpi will never have a chance to treat me ill\\nfor I shall never place myself in his power.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am glad you say that, Miss Barton; were you to\\nmarry him and were he to make you miserable, I should\\nblame myself. It was my letter about your wealth that\\nbrought him to Riva. See what my husband says about\\nit. I got this note from him to-day. Chianti always\\nwrites to me in English. I understand English better.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAgnes read aloud in Count Chianti\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter, the para\u00c2\u00ac\\ngraph the Countess pointed out:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo all you can to promote this marriage. Volpi\\nowes me fifty thousand lire. He can never repay me\\nunless he marries a rich woman. Make yourself agree\u00c2\u00ac\\nable to these Americans; tell them about the happy life\\nof an Italian nobleman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife, of the high circles they\\nmove in, of the titled people from all parts of Europe\\nwho receive them. In short, you know my wishes\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ndisobey them at your peril! Promote them if you want 1\\nto please me and benefit yourself!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you live with such a man?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "228\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is my duty, my father-confessor tells me\u00e2\u0080\u0094it is\\nmy sacred duty,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Countess, meekly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNot all the confessors in the world could make me\\ndo it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara impetuously. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe good God puts\\nbrains in people\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heads to judge for themselves. If\\nyou wish to leave him\u00e2\u0080\u0094if living with him makes you\\nmiserable\u00e2\u0080\u0094you ought to follow your own judgment.\\nNo human or religious duty binds you to live all your\\ndays in wretched slavery to an unworthy man.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0094you are a Protestant,\u00e2\u0080\u009d stammered the Count\u00c2\u00ac\\ness, aghast at such audacity. It was the first time her\\nears had ever heard heresy of this awful nature. Grace\\nlaid her hand on her sister to prevent further outbursts,\\nand soon after the Countess took her leave, receiving\\nas she went the warmest expression of sympathy from\\nthe three girls.\\nFrom that day the Countess and the Americans were\\nvery friendly, and Count Volpi imagined that affairs\\nwere progressing finely. He wrote his cousin that the\\nCountess was behaving beautifully, that she was very\\nintimate with the Bartons and he hoped soon to be in\\na position to pay that fifty thousand lire, as Miss Barton\\nseemed well impressed by his suit. All this was reported\\nto Agnes, who got it from the Countess, who in turn\\ngot it from her husband\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letters. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe writes me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid the Countess, bitterly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cto say he is pleased to learn\\nhow well I obey his wishes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nCount Volpi was Agnes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 very shadow; he attended\\nher when she walked, when she sailed on the lake, when\\nshe climbed the mountain slopes; and everywhere he\\npoured into her ears the most ardent protestations of\\ndevotion. While this was going on between Agnes and\\nthe Count with Grace in the role of a poor traveling\\ncompanion, Clara and Caroll developed a fondness for\\nboating. Mrs. Barton went with them on most of their\\ntrips, but one afternoon, about the tenth day of their\\nstay in Riva, she pleaded a \u00e2\u0080\u009ctired feeling\u00e2\u0080\u009d and said she\\nwould remain ashore in the garden and read her novel.\\nThus it was that Clara and Caroll went out in their boat", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n229\\nalone. Grace, Agnes and Count Volpi had already\\nstarted on a tramp up the mountain.\\nThe Ponal Strasse, starting at Riva and winding south\u00c2\u00ac\\nward toward Italy, is cut into the side of the precipice\\nthat overhangs the lake; in some places it ascends as\\nhigh as a thousand feet above the water. Three miles\\nfrom Riva the road pierces the cliff instead of winding\\nlike a shelf along its side. As the three pedestrians ap\u00c2\u00ac\\nproached this point Grace lingered to lean over the\\nparapet and looked down at the blue lake a thousand\\nfeet below. Volpi and Agnes walked on into the tunnel.\\nAs they went further and further into the tunnel it be\u00c2\u00ac\\ncame darker and darker. Grace was no longer in sight,\\nand Agnes secretly felt vexed with her for leaving her\\nalone with the Count. The poor girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s life had been one\\nhard, anxious struggle for bread; the soft dream of love\\nhad never found entrance into her heart. Volpi was very\\nhandsome, very courtly in his manners; his voice was\\nmusic, his eyes were dark and dreamy. Could Agnes\\nhave forgotten that money, not herself, was the object\\nof his worship, his many attractions would doubtless\\nhave charmed and soothed her heart, but knowing how\\nfalse was every word of homage the Count uttered, there\\nwere times when the scornful impatience she felt toward\\nhim could hardly be concealed.\\nAs they walked on through the tunnel Volpi implored\\nher for one word of encouragement to save him from\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cdeath and despair\u00e2\u0080\u009d. Hitherto Agnes had rebuffed the\\nCount in different ways, sometimes by silence, some\u00c2\u00ac\\ntimes by ambiguous answers, sometimes by declarations\\nagainst marriage, hoping to hold him at arms\u00e2\u0080\u0099 length\\nuntil the little comedy was ended.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOne word, lofely signorina,\u00e2\u0080\u009d implored the Count,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009conly one favorable word to enjoy my desolate heart.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is hardly proper, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it\\nnot customary in Italy for a gentleman to speak first\\nto the lady s mother?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYees, dat ees de custom in Italy, signorina, but you\\nare an American!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "230\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you are an Italian, and we are in Italy, the\\nfrontier passes through this tunnel. We have left Aus\u00c2\u00ac\\ntria, consequently you must now respect Italy\u00e2\u0080\u0099s social\\nlaws.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, lofely signorina, pardon, excuse; my heart ees\\nso full of lofe, it precipitate, it break out, it overflow in\\nyour presence.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs the Count said this he suddenly planted himself\\nin front of Agnes and seized her hand. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPardon!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he\\ncried. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lofe break out like de fire of de volcano.\\nMy hand, my heart, my title, all\u00e2\u0080\u0094all ees at your feet!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis pretty speech had been incubating in the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmind ever since his arrival at Riva and was beautifully\\ndelivered, with great fire and force and accompanied by\\nappropriate gestures; the astonished Agnes feared that\\nhe was going to fall at her feet, but the Count stopped\\nshort at that dramatic act and only made as if he were\\ntearing his heart from under his stiff, starched shirt-front\\nand casting it on the ground before her. Agnes, angry\\nand impatient, broke past her impassioned lover and\\nrushed up to Grace, who by this time had entered the\\ntunnel. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are not kind,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cto abandon me\\nthus. It is very hard to endure.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton, pray excuse me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nthought Count Volpi was entertaining you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf try,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Count, with a polite bow, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut\\nit ees not easy for a meeserable man to entertain de\\nlofeliest of signorinas.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe scenery tempted me to linger,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Grace,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cbesides I was watching my sister in a boat a thousand\\nfeet below the parapet. Mr. Caroll is giving her a sail.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Louis Caroll and Clara stepped into the boat\\nthat afternoon there was no intention on the part of\\neither the young man or the young woman to discuss\\nso serious a topic as matrimony. They had been for\\nthe past two weeks amused spectators of Count Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ncourtship of\u00e2\u0080\u0094money, and each had found the other\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsociety extremely charming, but Caroll had quite made\\nup his mind that it would be improper, as well as im-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n231\\nprudent, for him to think of marriage in his present\\nfinancial condition. He was one of the many American\\nartists blessed with great expectations rather than great\\nrealities; he felt that some day he would win both fame\\nand fortune, but that day had not yet come, and in the\\nmeantime he did not mean to be so imprudent, so selfish\\nas to ask an eighteen year old girl to share his poverty.\\nBut while Grace, Agnes and Volpi were taking their\\ntramp on the Ponal Strasse, Caroll and Clara sailed\\nalong the lake at the base of the tremendous precipice.\\nThe sky was blue, the air balmy, the scenery grand,\\nthe day perfect\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009ca miracle day/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 as Clara expressed it,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094a day such as they have in Paradise. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is Para\u00c2\u00ac\\ndise/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 said Caroll, glancing up at the heavens and around\\non the waters, and then at his charming companion.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, this is Paradise, but\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094with a deep sigh, \u00e2\u0080\u009cunfortu\u00c2\u00ac\\nnately it will be a short one for me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara, noting the sigh; what sound is\\nmore telling than a lover\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sigh? \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe same marvelous\\nsky will always be above this lake, the same picturesque\\nprecipices, the same forests and flashing water and vine-\\nclad slopes,\u00e2\u0080\u0094the same\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, they will all remain, and perhaps you may be\\nhere to enjoy them, but I shall be gone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat was it in the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice, in the quick change\\nthat went over her face as if a cloud had come between\\nher and the sun, that\u00e2\u0080\u0094well, that revolutionized Caroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nthoughts and actions?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said slowly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI must leave to-morrow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMust?\u00e2\u0080\u009d And the very word sounded to the young\\nman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart as if tears were in it. The boat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sail flapped\\nidly in the dying breeze, there was a dark frown on\\nCaroll\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brow. Clara timidly shot a glance at him, then\\ndropped her eyes as she said softly: \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy must you\\ngo?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI dare not stay another day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDare not? Who will hurt you? What is the danger?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShall I tell you? May I tell you? You are the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "232\\nCOUNT yOLPI PROPOSES\\ndanger I fly from. I dare not trust myself another day\\nin your presence. I have no right to be with you now.\\nI feel like a villain, yes, I am a villain. I ought to have\\ngone yesterday, the day before, the day before that, yes,\\nI ought to have gone the very first day we met, for I\\nsaw, even then, that I had no business to be with you.\\nYet here I am telling you that I love you when I had\\nsworn to myself not to speak a single word.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt is impossible to describe the swift changes that went\\nover Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face as she listened to this impassioned\\nspeech, her eyes gazing into his, his into hers, and both\\nas they gazed experiencing that wonderful feeling as if\\nthey were being drawn nearer and nearer together until\\ntheir very souls would mingle and blend into one.\\nThen the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mood swiftly changed, she straightened\\nHerself up; she was no longer the willow leaning toward\\nhim. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you bring me here to make fun of me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nshe demanded.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know I did not. You know\u00e2\u0080\u0094you know!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI know gentlemen seldom fall in love\u00e2\u0080\u0094really in love\\nwith girls in my humble position. Why don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you fall\\nin love with Miss Barton? You said you came here\\nespecially to see her. She is rich and has the highest\\nsocial position.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say a bad word against Miss Barton. No\\ndoubt she is a good sort of a woman, but I would rather\\nlive with you in my poor quarters in Rome on figs and\\ngrapes than with any other woman in a palace.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat is, providing I am willing to live on figs and\\ngrapes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, there is the rub. I have been living on next\\nto nothing these last two years. In this lovely land of\\nfruit and flowers artists live on very little, but you are\\naccustomed to all the luxuries of wealth. I should be\\na villain to ask you to share my humble means.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou do not ask me, then?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the girl in a melan\u00c2\u00ac\\ncholy tone.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo. But if you care enough for me to wait a few\\nyears I shall begin at once to save. I shall work day and", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n233\\nnight and be supremely happy in the thought that you\\nwill be mine at last.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think I could be happy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, timidly,\\nto think you were working so hard for me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind working. It would make me\\nhappy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWould\u00e2\u0080\u0094would you like to have me with you while\\nyou work? I wouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t mind the figs and grapes. I\\nadore figs.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you mean it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Caroll, a rapture in his voice\\nand eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI only asked you if you would like it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tantalize a fellow. You are not cruel and it\\nwould be cruel to jest about my love for you. If you\\ncould be happy sharing my Bohemian life it would make\\nthat life a heaven!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen I will share it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said.\\nIt was immediately after this speech that Grace look\u00c2\u00ac\\ning through her field glass from the Ponal Strasse a\\nthousand feet above the lake, saw\u00e2\u0080\u0094or thought ishe saw\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCaroll arise from his place in the boat, go over to Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nseat and clasp her in his arms. An hour later Caroll\\nand Clara beached their little sail boat and slowly walked\\nup to the hotel garden to where Mrs. Barton sat on her\\nfavorite bench near the water\u00e2\u0080\u0099s edge deep in her new\\nnovel. Clara looked very demure as Caroll, after not\\na little hemming and hawing, said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam, Miss Allan\\nhas been good enough to promise to be my wife. As\\nshe is under your protection, I trust you will have no\\nobjection and will kindly give us your blessing.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton, whose mind was still concerned with the\\npeople in the novel she was reading, was so startled and\\nconfused by this sudden announcement that she clean\\nforgot the comedy her daughters were playing. She\\nglanced inquiringly at Clara before she said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat\\nare you saying, Mr. Caroll?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat this little girl here has promised to make me\\nthe happiest man on earth.\u00e2\u0080\u009d So astonished was Mrs.\\nBarton,, and so absorbed in their own romance were", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "234\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\nCaroll and Clara that none of them noticed the Count,\\nAgnes and Grace who had approached to within a few\\nfeet of Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s bench, just when Caroll was speak\u00c2\u00ac\\ning of his being the happiest man on earth.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPardon, amico mio, caro Luigi,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried the Count\\nVolpi, pushing to the front with a charming smile, \u00e2\u0080\u009ca\\nthousand pardon, but what you haf say ees impossible.\\nThe Signorina Allen cannot make you de happiest of\\nmen for dat man, behold! I am de happiest!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow is that, Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ees so, because de Signorina Barton haf me\\npromised to marry. She haf referred me to de signora\\nmamma and my heart it ees too big to carry!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBetween the people standing around her and the peo\u00c2\u00ac\\nple in her novel Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind grew more and more\\nbewildered; finally she said, in total oblivion of the char\u00c2\u00ac\\nacters her daughters were acting:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy daughter referred you to me? Impossible, Count.\\nMy daughter hasn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the slightest idea of getting married\\nin this country. I never brought her here to settle down\\nin Italy. In Alabama the Counts wait on hotel tables;\\nif my girls had wanted to marry Counts they might\\nhave done so in Birmingham. What does the man\\nmean, Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Count has made a little mistake, mamma, that\\nis all. He meant Agnes, not me. Agnes, did you\\npromise to marry the Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, Miss Barton. I never promised him anything.\\nI only told him to speak to Mrs. Barton and let me\\nalone. I was tired of his love making.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi stared in bewilderment. \u00e2\u0080\u009cEes not dis lady Mees\\nBarton?\u00e2\u0080\u009d pointing to Agnes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am Miss Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d And in a\\nfew words, quiet but decisive, she made clear the little\\ncomedy that had been enacted.\\nClara shot a glance at her lover to see the effect of\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s announcement; his face was grave. Clara, a httle\\nfrightened, timidly put her hand in his; Caroll clasped\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0094what man could have refused? But the gravity did", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n235\\nnot vanish. However, no one else seemed to think of\\nhim, for every eye was on the Count, who, although at\\nfirst considerably puzzled, was by no means lacking in\\nhis usual self-assurance. It mattered little to Volpi that\\nhe had courted the wrong girl; some time was lost, that\\nwas all, a mere inconvenience which he would at once\\nset about correcting. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf you admire all de time,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nhe said to Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf t myself many time repeat\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098a vaire lofely lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099 and it me no surprise make to find\\ndat you are de Signorina Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis was five minutes after announcing to Miss Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton his engagement to Agnes Allan; but the Count was\\nready to transfer his \u00e2\u0080\u009clofe\u00e2\u0080\u009d to Grace on a moment\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nwarning. From that time on he merely bowed politely\\nto Agnes when they chanced to meet, and poured all\\nthe passion of his soul into the genuine Miss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nears. To Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s way of thinking this was no more than\\nhonorable. He had offered himself to Miss Allan under\\nthe mistaken idea that she was Miss Barton. As an\\nhonorable man, he would stand by that offer and confer\\nhis hand and title upon the real Miss Barton. To. Grace,\\nunaccustomed to seeing men so facile in changing the\\nobjects of their \u00e2\u0080\u009caffection\u00e2\u0080\u009d, the whole scene was like a\\nstage comedy. But, though amusing at first, it soon\\nbecame intensely wearying and at length Grace told her\\nmother she could stand it no longer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cClara and Mr.\\nCaroll keep so much to themselves, mamma, I ^am left\\ncompletely at the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mercy. He doesn t mind\\nAgnes in the least; even in her presence he talks to me\\nthe same sort of nonsense he talked to her a week ago.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat will you do, Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe must run off and hide. Another week of Count\\nVolpi would drive me wild. I can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t shut myself up in\\nthe hotel and he is always on the watch for me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton sighed. If there was anything she hated\\nit was traveling. She had settled herself so comfortably\\nat Riva; why did that wretched Count come and drive\\nher away? \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said petulantly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat Congress\\nwould pass a law confiscating every dime a woman has", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "236\\nCOUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\nwhen she marries a European. Maybe they\u00e2\u0080\u0099d let us\\nalone if we had that law.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098\u00e2\u0080\u0098But we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t any such law, mamma, so we must\\nmove on.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere shall we move to?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAnywhere where Volpi is not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey called Clara and Caroll into counsel and it was\\ndecided to go to Siena. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you go to Switzerland,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nsaid Caroll, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Count can easily find you, but he will\\nnot dream of anybody going to Italy in August. In\\nSiena Mrs. Barton can rest just as well as here in Riva.\\nSiena is on the top of a mountain and not at all a bad\\nplace in summer. I spent the month of July there once\\nand found it delightful.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was pleasant for Louis Caroll to drop into the role\\nof a son and brother to Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mother and sister; he\\ntook charge of them, bought their tickets, shipped their\\nluggage and gave them general advice. The luggage\\nwas sent as far as Desenzano at the southern end of the\\nlake; there Caroll purchased railroad tickets and re\u00c2\u00ac\\nshipped the luggage to Siena without anyone in Riva\\nknowing their destination. The girls took leave of the\\nCountess, but though feeling that they could trust her\\nnot to betray them they did not tell her where they were\\ngoing. To no one at the hotel did they give the slightest\\nintimation that they contemplated a longer journey than\\na trip by lake to Desenzano.\\nJust before they started, at eight o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock one morning,\\nGrace received two letters; one was from Rhett Calhoun\\ninforming her that he and Gassaway were having a de\u00c2\u00ac\\nlightful tramp, that they had proceeded as far as Inss-\\nbruck and in three days more would arrive in Riva.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow provoking!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, when she had finished\\nreading Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow provoking that we shall\\nhave to miss him. I must leave a note for Rhett,\\nmamma.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cTell him to come at\\nonce to Siena.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Caroll, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut unless you want Volpi to", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI PROPOSES\\n237\\ncome too you had better warn Calhoun to say nothing\\nin Riva as to where you are. Volpi is amusing but we\\nhave had enough of him for the present.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFor all time, I think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\nGrace kept silence as to her second letter, which in\\ntruth gave her much to think of. She put it in her pocket\\nand at the first opportunity took it out and re-read it\\ncarefully. It was not a proposal of marriage nor yet a\\ndeclaration of love, but it looked as if it might be a pre\u00c2\u00ac\\nliminary step in that direction. The writer said he\\nwished to come to Riva to ask an important question.\\nWhat could this mean? Her short acquaintance with\\nLord Apohaqui had not given her the impression that\\nhe was a trifler, that he would speak on any subject\\nlightly. What important question did he mean to ask\\nher? When a man makes a plain proposal a woman\\ncan accept, or she can refuse; but when he talks, or\\nwrites, vaguely, yet significantly, what can a girl do?\\nShe dare not appear to encourage him; he might say\\nshe had mistaken his meaning. For the same reason\\nshe dare not discourage him.\\nAfter thinking over Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter, Grace\\nwent into the cabin of the little Desenzano steamer and\\nwrote her reply, which Louis Caroll posted for her as\\nsoon as the boat landed. Soon after this the train from\\nVenice rolled in and the three Barton ladies, accom\u00c2\u00ac\\npanied by Caroll and Agnes Allan, set out for Siena.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXII.\\nTHE FLIGHT TO SIENA.\\nAbout thirty minutes before noon on the day of the\\nBarton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s departure from Riva, Count Marto Volpi de\u00c2\u00ac\\nscended from his room to the garden, took his seat at\\none of the tables and ordered his breakfast. A few hours\\nearlier he had had coffee and rolls served in his room,\\nbut that did not appear to impair his appetite and he\\nordered the usual elaborate Italian breakfast of soup,\\ntwo kinds of meat, a salad and fruits, nuts, coffee and\\nwine. When the order was given he asked the waiter\\nif the Signor Caroll had breakfasted.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, il signor e partito\u00e2\u0080\u0094the signor is gone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGone? Do you mean that he has left Riva?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSi signor\u00e2\u0080\u0094yes, with the American family. They took\\nthe Desenzano boat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDiavolo!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Volpi, springing to his feet.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWill they not return?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Grimaldi, the padrone, to whom Volpi hurried\\nfor information, explained that Caroll and the Bartons\\nhad paid their bills, taken all their luggage and had said\\nnothing of returning, the Count realized that if he was\\nto become master of Miss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s millions it would\\nbe necessary to change his base of operations. But\\nwhither should he go? Whither had this American fam\u00c2\u00ac\\nily gone? It was absurd to suppose that they intended\\nremaining in Desenzano. Grimaldi shrugged his shoul\u00c2\u00ac\\nders and expressed a thousand regrets at his inability\\nto inform his excellency. The Americans had not taken\\nhim into their confidence. They had gone to Desenzano.\\nThat much he knew, because they had bought tickets\\nfor that place and had had their trunks put on the\\nsteamer. But beyond Desenzano it was impossible for\\nhim to speak. They might have gone on to Venice or\\n238", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE FLIGHT TO SIENA\\n239\\nto Milan, more likely the latter, for August was not the\\nseason for Venice while it was possible for travelers to\\ngo to Milan with the intention of starting thence for\\nSwitzerland.\\nThis suggestion afforded the Count but little comfort.\\nA million people might be going to Switzerland in\\nAugust; by visiting all the hotels and resorts in the little\\nrepublic he might accidentally find this particular Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan family, but he had neither time nor money to pursue\\nso vague a chase. Why had not the padrone found\\nout where the Americans were going?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Signore Americane did not honor me with their\\nconfidences,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grimaldi, with a sorrowful look. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\\nam sorry, your Excellency, but it is so. They did not\\ntell me, I did not ask them and so I do not know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat has become of the Countess Chianti,\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nVolpi, after ten minutes of angry maledictions. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHas\\nshe also disappeared? I suppose everybody has gone\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094everybody has abandoned me. Why don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you speak,\\nbrigand? Where is the Countess?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHer Excellency has not yet come to breakfast,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nanswered Grimaldi, humbly. An American hotel keeper\\nwould never stand such bullying; he feels himself any\\nordinary man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s equal; in fact, many hotel clerks in the\\nStates wear dazzling diamonds and look down upon the\\ngenerality of mankind. But Italian or Swiss inn-keep\u00c2\u00ac\\ners resent nothing unless it be failure to pay bills. You\\nmay abuse a European padrone to your heart\u00e2\u0080\u0099s content\\nand still be treated with obsequious politeness as long\\nas you pay your score. Volpi grumbled and scowled\\nand ordered Grimaldi to inform Her Excellency, the\\nCountess Chianti, that he wished to see her immediately;\\nthen he went out to his breakfast in the garden. In\\nhalf an hour the Countess came to him with her big\\nred silk parasol and her bow-legged dog.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you know what has happened?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Count\\nignoring her amiable greeting. He spoke in Italian, as\\nwas his custom when talking to his cousin\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I have heard nothing in particular,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "240\\nTHE FLIGHT TO SIENA\\nCountess. \u00e2\u0080\u009c1 have just had my breakfast/ She dropped\\nthe point of her parasol on the ground and looked at\\nVolpi inquiringly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe American signorina has gone, Luigi Caroll has\\ngone, everybody has gone while we were sleeping!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhere have they gone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDiavolo! That is what I want to know and what\\nyou must find out. In another week I should have won\\nthat American signorina. She is like all the rest\u00e2\u0080\u0094wants\\na little coaxing. I must find her. I won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t give her up.\\nShe is the only pretty and rich girl I know, but she\\nis coquettish\u00e2\u0080\u0094she plays with me. I woo her\u00e2\u0080\u0094she runs!\\nHave you no idea where they went? Did they not talk\\nto you of their plans?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, often,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered the innocent Countess. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs.\\nBarton said she loved Riva, that she wanted to stay here\\nuntil they went to Milan where Miss Clara will study\\nmusic. Something must have happened to change her\\nplans.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi sullenly smoked his cigar; the Countess amused\\nherself tracing figures on the ground with the tip of\\nher parasol. Presently Grimaldi came out and told Volpi\\nin a low voice, with an air of mystery, that he had just\\nlearned of a letter which might possibly be of interest\\nto His Excellency. The letter was addressed to Mr.\\nRhett Calhoun and had been left by the American sig-\\nnorinas at the hotel to be delivered when called for.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHow the d-1 does that interest us?\u00e2\u0080\u009d demanded\\nVolpi, snappishly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis Signor Calhoun, your Excellency, is a friend\\nof the American. Her letter will doubtless give him\\nher new address.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi was quick to see that this shrewd guess of the\\npadrone was probably the correct one. At any rate it\\nwould not hurt should that letter be delivered to him,\\nCount Volpi, instead of to Rhett Calhoun; a coin slipped\\ninto the padrone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s hand resulted in the coveted missive\\nbeing placed in his possession. Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter was brief.\\nShe merely expressed her pleasure at hearing from her", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE FLIGHT TO SIENA\\n241\\nold friend, and hoped he would find it possible to come\\nto Siena whither she and her mother and sister were\\ngoing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009cat once for very urgent reasons.\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, Siena,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nmuttered the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSo that is where the bird has\\nflown. Well, the hunter can go there too.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe next morning found the Count on the way to\\nSiena; on the same afternoon Rhett and Gassaway ar\u00c2\u00ac\\nrived with clothing worn and travel-stained but otherwise\\nnone the worse for their long tramp through Tyrol.\\nThough buoyant as air when they entered the town,\\nRhett Calhoun\u00e2\u0080\u0099s spirits fell to zero when told that the\\nBartons were gone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe must have received my letter\\nbefore going,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he thought, gloomily, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand if she received\\nit she must have gone to avoid me. Why else should\\nthey rush off just as I am expected? Very well! If\\nthey wish to dodge me, they shall have no trouble in\\ndoing it. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll keep as far from them as they can desire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIn the course of the day, Rhett learned from the Count\u00c2\u00ac\\ness Chianti that a letter had been left for him at the\\nhotel, but the most diligent and persistent inquiry of the\\npadrone failed to produce any letter. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDe Countess\\nChianti say dere ees letter for you? Ah! Den de Count\u00c2\u00ac\\ness Chianti one gran\u00e2\u0080\u0099 mistake haf made. De signorina\\nAmerican haf left only one letter\u00e2\u0080\u0094dat letter haf already\\ngone to Ingfeterra.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Countess Chianti, who had gathered some inkling\\nof the truth from Volpi, did not believe a word of this\\nstatement of the padrone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, but poor Rhett thought of\\nLord Apohaqui and said to himself: \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, there was\\nno letter for me; the Countess is mistaken. I shall go\\nback to America and try to forget her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then when,\\non the same unlucky day, Mrs. Packer and her\\ndaughter Lobelia and maid arrived in Riva from Munich\\nand told him among other things, that Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nengagement to Miss Barton had been announced in\\nLondon and that she had heard it direct from Mr.\\nMontrose Morton, who had run back to England on a\\nfew days\u00e2\u0080\u0099 business, Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soul sank into still deeper\\ngloom. The Packers had gone to Munich from London,", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "242\\nTHE FLIGHT TO SIENA\\nthence they had crossed the mountains to Tyrol and\\nthus accidentally stumbled across Rhett and Gassaway\\nin Riva.\\nLove seems to have a more resisting kind of life than\\nthe body; once knock the body dead and it stays dead.\\nNo medicines, charms or conjurations revivify a dead\\nbody; but Love\u00e2\u0080\u0094bless you! It may lie perfectly breath\u00c2\u00ac\\nless one minute, and the next minute it leaps up into\\nvigorous life! There was an experience of this sort\\nvouchsafed our friend Rhett. His love lay dead, he\\nbade it farewell forever and went about with a heart like\\nlead, until one morning a blue envelope was handed him\\ncontaining the following telegram:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSiena, August 23rd:\u00e2\u0080\u0094We are at the Albergo di\\nSiena. If possible join us at once. Grace Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was these few words which, quick as a flash, resus\u00c2\u00ac\\ncitated the hope which had fainted and died in Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nbreast; the dead hope sprang to life, to eager, inspiring\\nlife. The horizon expanded, the heavens became more\\nbeautiful and blue, an electric current seemed to course\\nthrough the young man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s veins. She\u00e2\u0080\u0094she, the one\\nwoman in the world \u00e2\u0080\u0094had not tried to shun him; he\\nwould go to her at once he would\u00e2\u0080\u0094but curse the English\\nLord! Could it be true that he was engaged to her?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWell,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway, after reading the telegram,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthis knocks me out of the pointers I might have secured\\nwhile playing the detective and hunting over Europe\\nfor the Bartons. There is no chance now for the old\\nsleuth detective act.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHang your sleuth detective act. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll set out at\\nonce for Siena.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSiena?\u00e2\u0080\u009d remarked Mrs. Packer. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the very\\nplace Lobelia and I mean to go to.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe two young men showed no particular elation at\\nthis, but Mrs. Packer continued, serenely: \u00e2\u0080\u009cSiena is\\nquite a show place, isn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOn the contrary,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am told it is\\nrather out of the tourists\u00e2\u0080\u0099 usual route\u00e2\u0080\u0094not at all fashion-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE FLIGHT TO SIENA\\n243\\nable. The Bartons are stopping there to have a good\\nrest I suppose.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s exactly what Lobelia and I need. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve\\nbeen on the go so much we must take a rest and I guess\\nSiena\u00e2\u0080\u0099s the very place to rest in until Mr. Morton comes\\nback from London. Lobelia, dear, tell the maid to put\\nup our things. We\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll go on the same boat with Mr.\\nCalhoun and Mr. Gassaway. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so comfortable to have\\ngentlemen along to protect us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere had been a time when the Packers treated both\\nRhett and Gassaway with fine Chicago scorn, but that\\nwas before the affair of Lord Bunger; it was also before\\nMr. Morton had left them and before they had come\\nto the continent where they could not understand a word\\nof what was said around them. They were more con\u00c2\u00ac\\ndescending now. Of course, they would not stoop so\\nfar as to travel second class; but while they rode in state\\nin the first class car it was some comfort to know that\\nthere was somebody on the train with whom they could\\ntalk English in case of an emergency. Mrs. Packer\\nwas good enough to explain these reasons for her\\npatronizing kindness, but it is doubtful if either Rhett\\nor Gassaway appreciated them. However, what could\\nthey do? They could not prevent the Packers from\\ngoing to Italy and thus it was that the two young Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncans and the Chicagoans took the same train for Siena.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIII.\\nMR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099s SOCIAL AMBITION.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOut of sight, out of mind/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 according to the popular\\nadage, but this does not always prove true. After the\\nBartons\u00e2\u0080\u0099 departure, each day that passed seemed to in\u00c2\u00ac\\ncrease Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s desire to see Grace and his\\ndetermination not to give her up. The more he re\u00c2\u00ac\\nflected, the more he congratulated himself on having\\nfound that unusual combination, youth, beauty and\\nfortune. The faults of bad form, of American manners\\nshrunk in size until it almost seemed that those very\\nfaults had grown into charming qualities. For the first\\nfew days after the girl left London, Lord Apohaqui\\nhonestly endeavored to forget her; he told himself it\\nwould be a misfortune to be at war with his mother\\nand from what Lady Apohaqui had said he knew there\\nwould be war if he refused to give up the American.\\nLady Apohaqui was not altogether blind to the strug\u00c2\u00ac\\ngle going on in her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind. With a desire to help\\nhim forget Grace Barton she looked about to find some\\nsuitable English girl whom her son could marry. Mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage, thought the Dowager, would be the safest cure;\\nit was unfortunate that no girl in the aristocracy could\\nbe found available; but young ladies possessed of both\\nwealth and rank are not anxious to wed a penniless\\nLord, consequently Lady Apohaqui was driven to con\u00c2\u00ac\\nsider wealthy English girls who were not of noble blood.\\nHer son could take his pick from among half a dozen\\nrich commoners\u00e2\u0080\u0099 daughters, and that at any rate would\\nbe better than to marry this American. Even the most\\nvulgar English tradesman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s daughter would have sense\\nenough to keep out of Whitechapel and out of jail. As\\nfor wealth, there were any number of English merchants\\nwho had as much money as this eccentric American.\\n244", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "MR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n245\\nThere was old Wookey, the vinegar king; he had a\\ndaughter and a handsome one too.\\nIt will be remembered that Mr. Alonzo Wookey was\\nadmitted to membership in the Victoria Club in conse\u00c2\u00ac\\nquence of divers loans to Lord Apohaqui and other\\ntitled members of that aristocratic, Piccadilly resort. The\\nyoung noblemen who gave their \u00e2\u0080\u009cI. O. U.s\u00e2\u0080\u009d in exchange\\nfor Mr. Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s checks on a Lombard Street Bank\\nfelt a hardly-concealed contempt for the vinegar king\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nson, and said to themselves, \u00e2\u0080\u009cA fool and his money are\\nsoon parted.\u00e2\u0080\u009d They altogether failed to understand the\\npurpose toward which their plebeian \u00e2\u0080\u009cfriend\u00e2\u0080\u009d steadily\\nmoved. This purpose was to push himself and his sister\\ninto fashionable society and to get her, and to get him\u00c2\u00ac\\nself, married to nobility. Thus far Mr. Alonzo Wookey\\nhad failed to induce Lord Apohaqui to introduce him\\nto any of his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s noble acquaintances. While the\\nBartons were in London, Lord Apohaqui was so atten\u00c2\u00ac\\ntive to Grace that Wookey gave up the project of using\\nthe Lord as a social lever and contented himself with\\nthe prospect of getting his money back as soon as Lord\\nApohaqui was safely married to the American heiress.\\nWhen the Bartons suddenly left London, Wookey con\u00c2\u00ac\\ncluded the match was off and renewed his attentions\\nto his debtor. One morning he called on the young\\nnobleman with an unusually solemn face.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou seem a bit seedy, Wookey. Is anything the\\nmatter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d inquired Lord Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, a great deal is the matter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d grumbled Wookey.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo fellow likes to be put off for all eternity. Those\\nI. O. U.s of yours are getting mildewed. I must\\nsay, Apohaqui, that I expected you to do something\\nbefore this. You said you would, you know.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHang it all! I thought you agreed to let things go\\nuntil I\u00e2\u0080\u0094I\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s face flushed; since he had come to\\nknow the heiress by whose money he hoped to extricate\\nhimself from financial ruin it was sorely against his grain\\nto speak of her in a mercenary way.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "246\\nMR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cUntil you married the American heiress,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nWookey, finishing the sentence for him. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, yes;\\nI did consent to wait until that happy event, but since\\nthe lady\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cut and run it don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t look well for my money,\\nnow does it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui could have murdered his undersized\\ncreditor; this reference to the one woman who now\\nfilled his heart and thoughts was gall and wormwood\\nto his pride as well as to his better feelings. Yet what\\ncould he say? Had not he himself licensed freedom of\\nspeech on this topic? True, that had been before he\\nknew Miss Barton, before any but mercenary desires\\nhad come into play, nevertheless he had licensed Wookey\\nto speak as lie did, therefore, irritating as his words were,\\nthey had to be borne.\\nFor a moment, however, he made no reply; a frown\\ncontracted his brow, he sat silent, staring at the figures\\nin the Persian rug on the floor. Wookey, who was eye\u00c2\u00ac\\ning him, became convinced that his conjecture was cor\u00c2\u00ac\\nrect, that the match was off and his debtor at sea with\\nno port in sight. In truth, the real object of Mr.\\nWookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s visit was to discover the exact state of affairs\\nregarding the American heiress; he had not come with\\nany hope of getting his money; money was not what\\nMr. Wookey wanted. What he really did want, and\\nwhat he now fancied there was a hope of obtaining,\\nsince Lord Apohaqui was in deeper water than ever\\nbefore, was social success. When satisfied, from Lord\\nApohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s words and manner and from the fact that\\nthe Bartons had left England, that the American alliance\\nwas not to come off, Mr. Wookey resolved to act with\\nenergy and forestall any new plans his debtor might\\nhave in view. His first move was to seek an interview\\nw r ith Lady Apohaqui on Great Barrington Square. Mr.\\nWookey might not have inherited his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s talent for\\nmaking money, but he had inherited at least a portion\\nof his father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s blunt ways in matters of business. His\\nvisit to Lady Apohaqui was strictly on business and he\\ndid not mean to beat about the b*tsh. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe may cut", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "MR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n247\\nup awful/\u00e2\u0080\u0099 he said to himself before entering the apart\u00c2\u00ac\\nments of Great Barrington Square, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthey say she\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nblooming proud, but she cawnt eat me, and I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll tell her\\nwhat I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got to say or my name ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t Alonzo Wookey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd tell her he did with a directness that excited\\nLady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s astonishment. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in reference to\\nyour son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s finances,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mr. Wookey, when Lady\\nApohaqui asked to what she was indebted for his call.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour son owes me a goodish bit of money, and he\\ndon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t seem an inch nearer paying it now than he did\\nwhen he first borrowed it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy do you come to me about this matter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nthe Dowager, coldly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMost ladies,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Wookey, eyeing her closely,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t like to see their only son sold out under the\\nhammer; now do they, Lady Apohaqui? I put it to your\\nladyship. Do they?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhether they do or not,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Dowager,\\nhaughtily, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis not to the point. I have no money to\\npay Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s debts. You may rest assured of\\nthat.\u00e2\u0080\u009d With this the mother of the young peer bent\\nher head in dismissal with such an air of insolent pride\\nthat Mr. Wookey winced.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your ladyship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pardon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, hastily.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour ladyship don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t clearly understand. I do not ask\\nyou to pay your son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s debts in money!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat do you mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cJust what I say, your ladyship, not in money.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn what other way can debts be paid, sir?\u00e2\u0080\u009d was the\\ncurt answer.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf your ladyship will listen to reason we can settle\\nhis lordship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s debts satisfactorily to all parties.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cProceed,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lady Apohaqui, while her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s credi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntor paused as if to feel his ground.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s just this way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d proceeded Mr. Wookey, warming\\nup to his subject. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMe and my sister Malvina were left\\npretty well fixed. Our Governor never had no opinion\\nof giving boys more than girls, so it was share and share\\nalike, and not a small share for each of us as may be", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "248\\nMR. WOO KEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\nyour ladyship may know through the papers. The\\npapers reported it all when the Governor died.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThis does not concern me in the least,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted\\nLady Apohaqui.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBegging your ladyship\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pardon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d continued Mr.\\nWookey, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099m coming to the part that concerns your\\nladyship. Me and Malvina have got everything we\\nwant except one. What you\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got, me and Malvina\\nhaven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got, and what we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve got, you and Lord Apoha\u00c2\u00ac\\nqui haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got. What I don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see, my lady, is why\\nwe can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t trade around so we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll all have everything we\\nwant?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis singular statement quite confused Lady Apo-\\nhaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind; she began to fear her son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s creditor was\\nnot altogether sane. Mr. Wookey, after eyeing the\\nlady to see the effect of his communication resumed:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo put it plainly, your ladyship, and not to beat about\\nthe bush, which is contrary to business and common\\nsense, it is just this: you and your son have high society\\nbut you haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got money; me and Malvina have got\\nall the money we want but we haven\u00e2\u0080\u0099t got high society.\\nTurn about\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fair play. Lord Apohaqui agreed to pay\\nme my money as soon as he married the American, but\\nnow that that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s off, where is the money to come from?\\nThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what his lordship can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell me. Now, my sister\\nMalvina\u00e2\u0080\u0099s a finer young woman any day than that Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan girl and has double, yes, more than double, her pile\\nof money. Now what I say, my lady, is just this, why\\ncan\u00e2\u0080\u0099t your son and Malvina hit it off? That would make\\neverything plain and smooth, a deal plainer and smoother\\nthan Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099d ever get it by marryin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 that\\nAmerican heiress.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s first feeling was that she was insulted\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094grossly insulted, but her ladyship was not given to\\nyielding to first impulses, and as Wookey progressed\\nwith his scheme she reflected that after all it might be\\nworth investigating; at any rate there was no need to\\nburn any bridge, no matter how poor a bridge it might\\nappear. So in the end, Mr. Wookey was informed that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "MR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n249\\nshe would consider his proposition and communicate\\nwith him in the course of a few days.\\nSoon after this interview, Lord Apohaqui received a\\nnote from his mother requesting him to. dine with her\\non Thursday evening \u00e2\u0080\u009cto meet a person who might\\nprove financially valuable to him\u00e2\u0080\u009d. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat the deuce\\ncan she mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d mused the Lord, who preferred dining\\nat his club to dining at his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, a fact of which\\nLady Apohaqui was well aware, hence her care to arouse\\nher son\u00e2\u0080\u0099s curiosity and to assure against a declination\\nof her invitation. The ruse was successful, and on Thurs\u00c2\u00ac\\nday at eight Lord Apohaqui found himself at his\\nmother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s place on Great Barrington Square. In the\\ndrawing-room were Mr. Craven, a clergyman, Mrs.\\nBroughton, the Rector\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sister, Lord and Lady Leland,\\nhis mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s second cousins, poor as church mice, and\\nLady Defreese Critten. Lady Defreese Critten was the\\nonly one of his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s guests who had money, but\\nshe was notorious for her close-fistedness. What did\\nLady Apohaqui mean by getting together such people\\nas these to help him out of his financial troubles? The\\nparson and his sister helped men\u00e2\u0080\u0099s souls, not their pocket-\\nbooks, while as for his mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s cousins, the Lelands,\\nthey didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have, the two of them together, \u00c2\u00a3500 a year.\\nAt the first opportunity Lord Apohaqui uttered some\u00c2\u00ac\\nthing of these sentiments to his mother.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCharles,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Dowager, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou are too im\u00c2\u00ac\\npatient. I have asked these people merely to meet the\\nperson who is in a position and who may be willing to\\nhelp you. She will be here soon; she should be here\\nnow.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSo it is a woman who is to help me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, a woman, young, good-looking, rich\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nEnglish. You know our class is willing to forgive a\\nman for stooping to marry, providing the woman he\\nstoops to get has money enough; but society despises\\na nobleman who condescends to marry a girl who is at\\nonce poor and socially his inferior.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMother, Miss Barton is not poor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "250\\nMR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe is not rich enough to justify you in stooping,\\nwas the prompt reply, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwhile the young girl you will\\nmeet to-night is. Moreover, she is very good-looking.\\nI strongly advise you to give yourself a chance to know\\nher and see if you cannot like her enough to marry her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is she?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMalvina Wookey.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat! Alonzo\u00e2\u0080\u0099s sister? He is little better than a\\nfool,\u00e2\u0080\u009d muttered Lord Apohaqui, frowningly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t marry the brother; besides I did not find\\nMr. Wookey to be a fool. He is what Americans call\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0098long-headed\u00e2\u0080\u0099. My opinion is that when he loaned you\\nmoney he had it in his mind to bring you and his sister\\ntogether. He is socially ambitious.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui agreed to \u00e2\u0080\u009clook at\u00e2\u0080\u009d the Wookey girl,\\nbut in his secret heart he felt that he could not bring\\nhimself to think seriously of her. He had not yet been\\nable to banish the American girl from his thoughts.\\nMiss Wookey was unlike her brother in person, be\u00c2\u00ac\\ning rather stout, possessing a fresh, rosy color, a merry\\neye and joyous nature. Mr. Wookey kept his eye on\\nhis sister and the young nobleman and seeing them\\nlaughing and chatting freely together fancied his plans\\nwere progressing finely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFirst thing you know, Vina,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said triumphantly,\\nas they drove away from Great Barrington Square,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cyou\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be a real downright lady\u00e2\u0080\u0094a peeress of the realm.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou get out!\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed his sister.\\nNevertheless, Miss Malvina Wookey dreamed of Lord\\nApohaqui at night, and in her waking hours she built\\nmore than one castle in Spain. She and Alonzo were\\nchildren of a man who had walked penniless into Lon\u00c2\u00ac\\ndon, yet who had left them very, very rich; it was a\\ntriumph for the children of such a man to rest their feet\\nunder the mahogany table of the ancient Apohaqui fam\u00c2\u00ac\\nily, and beyond this, Alonzo and his sister saw a long\\nvista of mahogany tables belonging to other ancient\\nfamilies. The dinner at Lady Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0099s was only an\\nentering wedge which would result in their being in-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "MR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\n251\\nvited to the most exclusive houses in London, even if\\nit did not result in a marriage between Lord Apohaqui\\nand Malvina.\\nThe reflections of Lord Apohaqui after that dinner at\\nhis mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s in Great Barrington Square were hardly\\nas pleasant as were the reflections of the Wookeys; on\\nthe contrary the more he thought of Miss Wookey\u00e2\u0080\u0099s loud\\nlaugh and big red cheeks the more his heart yearned\\nfor Grace Barton; and at length he wrote her the letter\\nsaying he wished to go to Riva to ask an important\\nquestion. This message, as the reader knows, was re\u00c2\u00ac\\nceived just as the Bartons were starting for Siena.\\nGrace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s answer, written on the lake steamer and mailed\\nat Desenzano, awoke the young lord for the first time\\nto the fact that there was not only the question whether\\nhe would marry Miss Barton; there was also the question,\\nwould Miss Barton marry him? Grace did not in so\\nmany words say that she would not marry him, it was\\nclear, however, that her answer might bear that con\u00c2\u00ac\\nstruction. Her letter was as follows:\\nRiva in the Tyrol, August 20th.\\nLord Apohaqui:\u00e2\u0080\u0094Your letter reaches me just as we\\nare leaving Riva for Italy. Of course, as much as we\\nall should like to see you, we cannot expect you, now\\nthat we are going so far away; and, indeed, as far as\\nanswering important questions is concerned, I think I\\nshould ask you not to come even were we to remain in\\nRiva. I am not good at answering questions,\u00e2\u0080\u0094at any\\nrate I am sure that, as for the questions you hint at, my\\nanswers would not be worth coming to Riva to get.\\nIf you are fond enough of travel, of cathedrals, of\\nmonasteries and mountain scenery to induce you to come\\nto Siena\u00e2\u0080\u0094whither mamma, Clara and I are going\u00e2\u0080\u0094we\\nshall be glad to see you. But I pray you, do not trouble\\nto come for the mere purpose of propounding questions.\\nI write this hurriedly on the Lake Garda boat, and\\nshall post it at Desenzano\u00e2\u0080\u0094in time I hope, to prevent\\nyour making a fruitless journey. Mamma and Clara", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "252\\nMR. WOOKEY\u00e2\u0080\u0099S SOCIAL AMBITION\\njoin me in kind regards to you and to Lady Apohaqui.\\nVery sincerely,\\nGRACE BARTON.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere had been a time when Miss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s money\\nhad been to Lord Apohaqui her only attraction, but\\nthat time had passed, and as *the train carried him on\\nto Italy the young Englishman was as deeply in love\\nwith Miss Barton as Romeo was with Juliet.\\nHe was on his way to Siena, and, in spite of Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nletter, had decided to ask the question he had intended\\nasking at Riva.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXIV.\\nCOUNT VOLPl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT.\\nThe second day after the Bartons\u00e2\u0080\u0099 arrival in Siena\\nLouis Caroll ran over to Florence to secure a model\\nfor one of the figures of his great painting, the \u00e2\u0080\u009cTide\\nof Time\u00e2\u0080\u009d. Mrs. Barton and Clara were enjoying one\\nof their \u00e2\u0080\u009crests\u00e2\u0080\u009d, and Grace and Agnes decided to walk\\nout to the city\u00e2\u0080\u0099s northern gate for a view of the Tuscan\\nplain at sunset. The approach from the railway station\\njust without Siena\u00e2\u0080\u0099s northern gate is up a steep and\\nwinding road. While Grace and Agnes were on the\\nheights near the gate the train from Milan came in; ten\\nminutes later the two girls recognized Count Volpi lean\u00c2\u00ac\\ning back in one of the cabs that were coming up the\\nsteep road into the city. They remained only long\\nenough to make sure it was the Count, then hurried\\nback to the Albergo with their news.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, if Louis hadn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t gone!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara, who had\\nthe feeling that Caroll could protect them from any evil.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t see how Mr. Caroll could help me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed\\nGrace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t expect your particular possession to\\nremain by my side and protect me from the Count.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLouis, could order the Count to leave you alone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThad would hardly do. Louis and the Count are\\nfriends. He must not insult him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut it is dreadful to have our trip spoiled in this\\nway. Grace, can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you make the man understand that\\nyou never, never, never will marry him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Mrs. Barton, looking up from\\nher novel, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif the Count is going to follow us about\\nthis way we had better go back to Alabama. If he\\nfollows us there, he\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be sure to get into some hotel as\\nwaiter\u00e2\u0080\u0094they all do\u00e2\u0080\u0094and then they know how* to be\u00c2\u00ac\\nhave. That Count in Talladega never went about try-\\n253", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "254\\nCOUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\ning to make young ladies marry him. He did his work\\nlike a man.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, mamma!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe must not go home\\nuntil we see Rome. Louis says Rome is wonderful and\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\u00e2\u0080\u0094Louis\u00e2\u0080\u0099 great picture is in Rome.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMoreover,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cClara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice has to be culti\u00c2\u00ac\\nvated. No, mamma, the Count shall not drive us out\\nof Italy. How do you reckon he learned that we came\\nto Siena?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps,\u00e2\u0080\u009d suggested Clara, \u00e2\u0080\u009che saw Rhett and got\\nour address from him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI cautioned Rhett not to give\\nour address to any one. Perhaps\u00e2\u0080\u0094Clara, I wonder if\\nthat horrible Italian Count got hold of my letter to\\nRhett? It is singular Rhett does neither come nor write.\\nI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll telegraph him right away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs the reader knows, Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s message was wired and\\nduly received, much to the joy of the young man. After\\nsending the telegram Grace declared her intention of\\ngoing the next day to the old Benedictine Monastery\\nabout fifteen miles from Siena. Mrs. Barton and Clara\\ndecided not to take the journey; they were tired; more\u00c2\u00ac\\nover it would be well for them to remain in Siena to\\nkeep an eye on Volpi.\\nEarly next morning, Grace and Agnes set out in a\\ncarriage for the Monastery arranging to return before\\ndark; by this course Grace hoped not only to see an\\nancient and interesting spot but also, for that one day\\nat least, to escape Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s unpleasant attentions.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf the Count calls, mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d warned Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\ntell him where I have gone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat shall I say?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSay I am sick. That won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t be untrue, mamma, I\\nam sick unto death of him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut poor Mrs. Barton was incapable of deceiving, and\\nwhen Volpi called the following morning, an hour or\\ntwo after Grace and Agnes had departed, he had little\\ntrouble in learning that the elder daughter was off on a\\njaunt to the Benedictine Monastery.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\n2l 5\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, madam!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he cried, when at last he got the secret\\nfrom Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cit.ees most culpayable! So young\\na signorina, no chaperone! It ees most dangerous!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes is with her,\u00e2\u0080\u009d urged Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand every\u00c2\u00ac\\nbody tells me there are no brigands in Italy now.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ees not dat de brigands harm de yoorig signorina,\\nit ees dat de Societee eemagine harm. De noble Societee\\nof dis country not permit de yoong signorina go out\\nalone, no chaperone, no madre, no padre!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t worry about that, Count!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton,\\nplacidly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly real brigands with pistols can terrify\\nGrace. She knows how to protect herself from impudent\\nmen.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDe bold vat you call villain man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Clara, imi\u00c2\u00ac\\ntating Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pronunciation, \u00e2\u0080\u009chad better not annoy\\nGrace. She has her little gun, and the villain man might\\nbe sorry he ever saw her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen the Count took leave of Mrs. Barton it was\\nwith supreme contempt for that lady. She was a fool,\\na pig, an idiot to let her young daughter take a fifteen\\nmile ride up a mountain with only a young woman\\nchaperone. Volpi told himself that Mrs. Barton de\u00c2\u00ac\\nserved to lose her daughter; as to the daughter, she\\nneeded a master, and he resolved that he, Count Marto\\nVolpi, would be that master and see to it that in future\\nshe behaved herself as became a lady! Under the stimu\u00c2\u00ac\\nlating influence of these reflections the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brain\\nconceived a bold coup d\u00e2\u0080\u0099etat\u00e2\u0080\u0094a Napoleonic stratagem\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094which would tumble the heiress into his power for\\nthe rest of her life. The young woman might possibly\\nmake a little outcry, try a little opposition to his plan,\\nbut what of that? Apart from her foolish coyness there\\nwas, of course, no doubt that she was willing to marry\\nhim. No American girl in her right senses could per\u00c2\u00ac\\nmanently refuse a man of his personal attractions and\\nnoble name. He had heard much of the unruly spirit\\nof American women\u00e2\u0080\u0094but should that deter him? Had\\nnot his cousin, Count Chianti, reduced his American\\nwife to the docility of a kitten?", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "256\\nCOUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\nThe road from Siena to the Benedictine Monastery\\ngoes down the south side of the mountain to Buon\\nConvento; thence it turns to the northeast and winds up\\nanother mountain that rises like a precipitous cone out\\nof the Tuscan plain. The main road after passing the\\nvillage of Buon Convento leads south to San Quirico\\nand unless the traveler is posted, he is apt to keep on\\nthis road and overlook the lesser highway that leads\\nnortheast up to the ancient monastery. Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s driver\\nwas, of course, familiar with both roads, consequently\\nVolpi knew that there was no prospect of her going to\\nSan Quirico unless he, Volpi, could contrive to bring\\nsuch a mistake about, and it was this very mistake which\\nhe meant should be made. He felt that if he could have\\nfive minutes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 private talk with Miss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s driver before\\nthey started up the mountain to the monastery he could\\ninduce the Jehu to take the San Quirico road instead\\nof the one leading to the monastery. How to get that\\nfive minutes\u00e2\u0080\u0099 interview was the question which for a\\nmoment puzzled the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s subtle Italian mind.\\nThe entire distance from Siena to Buon Convento is\\ndown so steep a grade that vehicles are obliged to make\\nthe descent at a snail\u00e2\u0080\u0099s pace; but even so, was it not\\nlikely that Miss Barton had already reached Buon Con\u00c2\u00ac\\nvento? Her carriage had started two hours ago; in two\\nhours one can make even the descent from Siena; never\u00c2\u00ac\\ntheless Volpi thought there was a chance for him to\\nintercept the fair traveler. On reaching Buon Convento\\nit is customary for pilgrims to stop at the wayside Tra-\\ntoria for refreshments, before commencing the steep\\nascent of the Monastery mountain. Might not half an\\nhour\u00e2\u0080\u0099s delay be counted on at the village Tratoria? If\\nso, and if there was any way by which he could make\\nin half an hour the journey down the mountain which\\nMiss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s carriage had taken two hours to make\\nthere was a possibility of his seeing her before she left\\nBuon Convento; that is, there was a possibility of inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nviewing the driver and laying the train for his coup d\u00e2\u0080\u0099etat!\\nThere was no way of making a horse accomplish that", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\n257\\nsteep descent in thirty minutes, but where flesh and blood\\ndare not go, steel and rubber in the shape of the modern\\nbicycle may safely venture. Count Volpi was a mem\u00c2\u00ac\\nber of the Roman Wheel Club; the bicycle was then\\nthe fad in Italy and no large town was without its wheel\\nclub. Volpi lost few minutes in securing a bicycle and\\nwithin less than a quarter of an hour after leaving Mrs.\\nBarton he was speeding towards Siena\u00e2\u0080\u0099s southern gate.\\nIt was a long and splendid coast; the road was smooth,\\nthe grade steep. Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s curly black hair streamed in\\nthe wind as he shot like a flash down the mountain\\nslope. A horse or a buggy going at such a pace would\\nhave been dashed to pieces, but the bicycle whirls along\\nsafe as long as the machine does not break or the rider\\ndoes not lose his presence of mind. In twenty-five\\nminutes from the moment he shot through Siena\u00e2\u0080\u0099s gate\\nthe Count rolled in to Buon Convento\u00e2\u0080\u0099s one narrow,\\ncrooked street. A smile of triumph glittered in his beau\u00c2\u00ac\\ntiful dark eyes as he perceived the carriage in front of\\nthe village Tratoria. The Jehu was watering his horses,\\nbut at a signal from Volpi he lost no time in repairing\\nto one of the dingy rooms of the inn. For five minutes\\nthe two men were engaged in earnest conversation; then\\nCount Volpi with his usual elegant grace of manner,\\nsauntered into the main room of the Tratoria just as\\nMiss Barton and Agnes were rising from the table. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh,\\nDio mio! I have thought you nevaire to see again!\\nEes it possible I behold de lofely signorina Barton once\\nmore?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDid you drop from the skies, Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace,\\nboth vexed and surprised. She surmised at once that\\nthe Count had trapped her mother into betraying her\\nplan for visiting the Benedictine Monastery.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI not fall from de skies, what you call de heavens,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nreplied the Count with an adoring look. \u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I come\\nfrom below into de heaven of de lofely signorina\u00e2\u0080\u0099s so\u00c2\u00ac\\nciety,\u00e2\u0080\u009d elucidating his rather mixed metaphor by signifi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncant looks and gestures. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he continued, \u00e2\u0080\u009cvat\\nrapture! Vat happiness! I haf not hope so soon to", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "258\\nCOUNT VOLPTS COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\nsee you. You disappear so sudden, de sun go out, night\\ncome. But, ecco! I see de signorina and de night ees\\novaire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere had been a time when this sort of stuff, accom\u00c2\u00ac\\npanied as it was by impassioned looks and actions, would\\nhave amused Grace; not so now. The Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heroics\\nhad become stale, flat and uncomfortable.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPray, excuse us, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace curtly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe\\nhave a long trip ahead of us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi placed his hand over his heart, made a profound\\nbow and gave Grace a sad reproachful look as she passed\\nout of the room. This was so much better than the\\ngirls expected that they felt elated at such an easy rid\u00c2\u00ac\\ndance of the Count.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI hope,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Grace, as they drove away, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe\\npoor Count is at last convinced that I am not anxious\\nto become an Italian Countess. I wonder if he really\\ndid come to Siena on business?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHis sole business,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cis to see you. He\\nmeans to follow you. That is my opinion.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut you saw how easily he let us off?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe is on a bicycle. He thought that that dash down\\nthe mountain to get one word with you would strike\\nyou as heroic. The Count has a theatrical turn of mind.\\nHe may intend to ride on to the Monastery.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cEven then he cannot annoy us\u00e2\u0080\u0094bicycles and car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriages do not go very well together, and when we reach\\nthe Monastery the reverend old Monks will suppress\\nhim.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The road continued to ascend, but the grade was\\nnot nearly as steep as Grace had been led to expect.\\nIt seemed, too, that they were going a great distance\\nwithout seeing the Monastery. They questioned the\\ndriver; his answer was a shower of unintelligible Italian.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI fear he does not know the way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, anxiously.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe padrone in Siena said it would take only three\\nhours to make the trip.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, but we lost time in Buon Convento,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes.\\nAfter gazing in every direction and seeing no signs\\nof the Monastery Grace became seriously disturbed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\n259\\ndo not like the idea of being out on this lonely road\\nat night, we had better turn back, Agnes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPerhaps it would be best,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said her companion. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe\\nafternoon is already half over.\u00e2\u0080\u009d Orders were given to\\nreturn to Siena, whereupon the Jehu stood up in his\\nbox and jabbered Italian so fast the girls could not\\nunderstand a word of what he said, but from the ener\u00c2\u00ac\\ngetic way in which he pointed ahead they concluded\\nhe meant to inform them that the monastery was not far\\noff. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf that is so, we may as well go on,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cVidete il monastprio? Do you see the monastery?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSi, si! Yes, yes!\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Jehu, with a satisfied\\ngrin, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMonasterio,\u00e2\u0080\u009d pointing up the road. So the girls\\npermitted him. to drive on for a while, but when fifteen\\nminutes had elapsed and there was still no sign of the\\nBenedictine Monastery Grace gave peremptory orders to\\nreturn to Siena. The coachman was as voluble as before,\\nbut this time Grace was firm; she shook her head, pointed\\nback towards Siena and made the driver understand that\\nshe did not wish to go another step forward. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAloro\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nbene! All right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said when he saw that further re\u00c2\u00ac\\nmonstrance was in vain. Then he leaped to the ground,\\nwent around behind the carriage, fumbled at the wheels\\nand springs and straps; then, remounted his box and\\nstarted back towards Siena. The road was very narrow\\nand in making the short turn necessary to get the horses\\nheaded in the right direction it seemed as if one of the\\nsprings broke. At any rate, there was a sudden creaking\\nand cracking sound, the next moment one of the wheels\\nwas wrenched off and the carriage came tumbling to\\nthe ground. No one was hurt, but the surprise gave\\na nervous shock to the two girls, who by this time, were\\nextremely uneasy and anxious to get home as fast as\\npossible. The Jehu with shrill cries rushed to the car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage door; Grace and Agnes were both very pale, and\\nvague suspicions added to their alarm\u00e2\u0080\u0094suspicions of\\nthe driver. Had he caused this curious collapse? If\\nso, what was his motive? They looked up and down\\nthe road; not a soul in sight. The driver danced around", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "260\\nCOUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\nthe ruins of his carriage, pulled at the wheels, the straps,\\nthe pins, all the while jabbering in the most excited\\nmanner; tearing his hair and wringing his hands as if\\noverwhelmed with grief and dismay at the disaster.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI see nothing for us to do,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut to walk\\non. We must be more than twenty miles from Siena.\\nPossibly we may be able to get a conveyance on the\\nroad.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey were still debating what course to pursue and\\nlooking disconsolately at the wreck of their carriage,\\nwhen they saw in the distance a figure on a bicycle slowly\\nascending the slope. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI never thought,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthat I could be glad to see the Count, but I am. He\\nmay be able to tell us where to get a conveyance.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAs soon as he reached the forlorn group, Volpi leaped\\nfrom his wheel with profuse bows and exclamations.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio! Vat haf happened? Vat haf hurt your car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage? You haf say you go to de monastery. Vat for\\nyou on dis road?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs not this the road to the Monastery?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio! No, signorina! Dis ees de road to San\\nQuirico. Dis very spot is not more than one kilometer\\nfrom San Quirico. Haf you not tell de driver to go to\\nSan Quirico?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly not. He knew we wanted to go to the\\nMonastery.- The Albergo padrone in Siena told him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, den he haf one grand meestake made! I vill\\ngif him one talk. It ees vaire culpayable to make de\\ngrand meestake!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTurning to the driver, Volpi talked very fast and ap\u00c2\u00ac\\nparently very angrily; the Jehu danced about, gesticu\u00c2\u00ac\\nlated wildly, rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.\\nGrace and Agnes could only catch a word here and a\\nword there; their knowledge of Italian was so limited\\nthat unless one spoke slowly they understood nothing;\\nbut the pantomine told them that the Count was violently\\nscolding and the driver trying to exculpate himself.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe say he vaire sorry!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Volpi, turning to Grace\\nafter ten minutes of pyrotechnical Italian conversation", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\n261\\nwith the coachman. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe ees vaire sorry he meestake\\nde signorina\u00e2\u0080\u0099s direction. I haf told him he shall be\\nprosecute, put in prison. He ees vaire culpayable, vaire.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCount, can we get a vehicle anywhere about here?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio! I not know. We walk on to San Quirico.\\nMaybe one carriage ees dere but I fear me vaire mooch.\\nSan Quirico ees one town vaire small. In Italy de town\\nsmall haf no carriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo matter if we find only a market cart,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cit will be better than nothing. Mamma will be miser\u00c2\u00ac\\nable if we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t get back to-night!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThey walked on to the Albergo in San Quirico, where\\nVolpi ordered a room and refreshments. The two girls\\naccepted the refreshments, but declined the room. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIf\\nthere is no cab to be had,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cperhaps we may\\nhire horses. Be so good, Count, as to see if horses or\\ndonkeys or something can be had to take us home to\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi withdrew and for ten or fifteen minutes the\\ngirls heard sounds of animated voices in the inn\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kitchen.\\nThen the Count came to them with an air of deep regret,\\nand said that there was not a horse or donkey in San\\nQuirico. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe can ride the horses that brought our\\ncarriage,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes and I will ride one horse.\\nA guide can ride the other. Please see about it, Count.\\nMamma will be so wretched until she sees us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe Count again went out and again the girls heard\\nloud and rapid- talking in the kitchen; and then again\\nthe Count returned more sorrowful than before; this\\ntime there were tears in his eyes and voice as he cried,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDad meeserable man haf gone! He haf taken de\\nhouses. No one can tell where he go to find de bladk-\\nsmit de carriage to mend.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe vague suspicions that had crept into Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s mind\\ntook more definite shape; was Volpi in league with the\\ndriver? If so, what could be his motive? Not robbery\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094surely, he must know that she had neither money\\nnor jewels with her. Could he intend personal violence?", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "262\\nCOUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\nWhatever his motive, all show of resentment, of suspicion\\nmust be concealed. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, with a\\nsmile, \u00e2\u0080\u009cif we cannot go we must stay. We will take a\\nroom and make ourselves comfortable.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nVolpi was radiant; no sooner had Agnes gone in\\nsearch for a room than he declared in his most melliflu\u00c2\u00ac\\nous manner that \u00e2\u0080\u009ceel luck of de carriage was de good\\nluck to him; it haf bring him de heavenly society of de\\nlofely signorina.\u00e2\u0080\u009d In pursuit of her plan of wariness\\nand apparent gratitude for his attentions in their di\u00c2\u00ac\\nlemma, Grace listened politely to Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s rapturous flow\\nof words, all of which so encouraged him that he went\\nbeyond the limit he had originally laid down and fol\u00c2\u00ac\\nlowed up his declaration of eternal love by falling on\\nhis knees and imploring her hand in marriage.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cRise, Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, with dignity. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThis is no\\ntime or place to talk of marriage. Besides, I shall never\\nmarry without consulting my mother.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDe signora mamma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Volpi, complacently, ris\u00c2\u00ac\\ning and brushing the dust from his knees with his white\\nhandkerchief, \u00e2\u0080\u009cde signora mamma weel not refuse her\\nconsent when she know de signorina daughter is fatally\\ncompromised.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCompromised? How is that?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou haf stay one night alone wid me at dis little\\nAlbergo. Dat fatally compromise de yoong signorina.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCompromised? That is dreadful, Count. Do you\\nmean to say that you would be willing to marry a woman\\nso horribly compromised?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lofe is so big, so volcanic\u00e2\u0080\u0094I lay it wid my life\\nand title and everyting at your feet!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSuch generosity,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Grace, gravely, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdeserves\\nits reward, but explain, Count, what you mean by com\u00c2\u00ac\\npromise. What is its effect?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ees vaire deesastrous tor de signorina to be com\u00c2\u00ac\\npromised. In Italia it vat you call ruin de signorina\\nexcept she repair de compromise by one marriage wid\\nde signore she haf compromised wid. Dat ees de social\\nlaw in Italia.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "COUNT VOLPI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\n263\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI see, Count, it is a very serious matter. You must\\nexplain all this to mamma. Meanwhile I am tired and\\nbeg you to excuse me. Agnes doubtless had my room\\nready by now. If anything occurs I hope you will be\\ngood enough to have them call me.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYees, I will, signorina, I vill you wid my life defend,\\nvat you call guard. Addio. Buona notte!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShe ees mine!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the Count as soon as\\nGrace retired. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI speak to de signora mamma in de\\nmorning. She moost gif her to me to heal de com\u00c2\u00ac\\npromise! Dio mio! Ees it not grand? I pay my debts,\\nI haf a goot income\u00e2\u0080\u0094always money to spend\u00e2\u0080\u0094eet ees\\ngrand!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen Grace entered her room she found Agnes ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncompanied by a stout, honest-faced peasant girl, daughter\\nof a farmer living a mile away in the campagna. The\\nfather owned a donkey. Agnes brought the girl to Grace\\nwith the idea of having her ride her father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s donkey to\\nSiena and deliver a note to Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWould you\\nlike to earn fifty lire?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, in a whisper.\\nThe girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes sparkled; of course, she would like\\nto earn fifty lire. That was more than she ordinarily\\nearned in half a year. \u00e2\u0080\u009cVery well,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cRide\\nwith this note at once to Siena, to the Albergo di Buona\\nSera\u00e2\u0080\u0094my mother and sister are there. They will hire\\na carriage and return with you to San Quirico. Be\\ndiligent and faithful and you shall have a hundred lire\\ninstead of fifty!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nIt was no little trouble to get all this into the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nhead, but her eyes showed quickness, and her eagerness\\nfor the money sharpened her wits; moreover, Grace and\\nAgnes reinforced their smattering of Italian by excellent\\npantomime so that at length the girl understood and\\nsoftly set forth on her mission. Tucked away securely\\nin the bosom of her cottage gown was the following\\nnote, addressed to Mrs. Barton:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAlbergo, San Quirico, Thursday 4 P. M.\\nDearest MotherAgnes and I are detained at this", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "264\\nCOUNT VOL PI\u00e2\u0080\u0099S COUP D\u00e2\u0080\u0099ETAT\\nplace by our carriage breaking down. You and Clara\\nmust get a man-servant from the Albergo and come to\\nus at once. We are in no danger, but there is no way\\nto get back to Siena until you bring a carriage, so come\\nat once. The bearer will show you the way.\\nLovingly,\\nGRACE.\\nAgnes threw herself on the bed and fell fast asleep.\\nGrace was still filled with vague fears and could not\\nsleep. Her distrust of the Count was now absolute.\\nShe no longer doubted that the whole carriage catas\u00c2\u00ac\\ntrophe was his work. What a fool he was to suppose\\nthat any fear of Italian \u00e2\u0080\u009ccompromise\u00e2\u0080\u009d would drive her\\nor her mother into giving a favorable answer to his\\nsuit! Was it possible the Count meditated other co\u00c2\u00ac\\nercive measures? Grace locked her door, and, sitting\\ndown by the window, looked out over the hills toward\\nRadicafine perched high on its mountairf top. The slow\\nhours went by, night settled upon that quiet Italian\\nvillage, but Grace dared not close her eyes. The slight\u00c2\u00ac\\nest noise startled her. True, she had a small pistol to\\nuse in the event of a terrible emergency, but a woman\\nlike Grace Barton will endure much before using a deadly\\nweapon. A clock in the big kitchen tolled the hours;\\nGrace wearily counted them\u00e2\u0080\u0094nine\u00e2\u0080\u0094ten\u00e2\u0080\u0094eleven\u00e2\u0080\u0094mid\u00c2\u00ac\\nnight, then one\u00e2\u0080\u0094two\u00e2\u0080\u0094. She counted no further. Her\\nhead laid itself down to rest on the window sill; the\\nnext she knew she was roused by a clatter of wheels\\non the stony street and by thundering knocks on the\\ndoor!", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXV.\\nAT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO.\\nIt was seven o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock in the evening when the train\\nfrom Desenzano entered the Siena station. Rhett had\\nnot seen much of Mrs. Packer and Miss Lobelia on\\nthe journey; once at Bologna, and again at Florence,\\nwhile the train waited, he had left his compartment to\\ntake a peep into the first-class coach and ask Mrs.\\nPacker if he could be of service. Mrs. Packer graciously\\ninformed him that they were getting along nicely and\\nfelt satisfied in merely knowing they had male protectors\\non the train. When they arrived at Siena, Rhett looked\\nafter their luggage and helped both ladies into the car\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage which conveyed them to the Albergo. He and\\nGassaway took the cheaper method of walking. Both\\nyoung men were in buoyant spirits. They called on the\\nBarton ladies as soon as they had enjoyed the luxury\\nof a bath and a change of linen.\\nClara joyously ran down to see them. If there was\\nany young woman to whom at that time this world ap\u00c2\u00ac\\npeared a paradise that young woman was Miss Clara\\nBarton. She was in the very first raptures of a first love,\\nall the earth seemed lovely!\u00e2\u0080\u0094the heavens divine!\u00e2\u0080\u0094the\\nfuture roseate! \u00e2\u0080\u009cWhy were you so slow in coming to\\nus?\u00e2\u0080\u009d she questioned. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWe thought you would come\\nright on, but, instead of you, that tiresome Count Volpi\\nfollowed us. And Grace made us run from Riva on\\npurpose to escape him! What on earth were you doing\\nso long in Riva, Mr. Rhett?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe started almost the very moment we learned where\\nyou were. Why did you not leave word at the Albergo?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe were dodging the Count. We told no one, not\\neven the little Countess Chianti. But Grace did leave\\na letter for you giving our address.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n265", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "266\\nAT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHer letter didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t come,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd Rhett\\nbecame as gloomy as a thunder-cloud. He fancied you\\nwere running away from us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cFancied we were running away from you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed\\nClara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHow absurd!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe letter never reached me,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen I believe that tricky Count managed to get\\nit! When he came to Siena, Grace suspected he had\\nbeen up to some sort of mischief and telegraphed you\\nto come.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs the Count in Siena?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. He called this morning. Luckily, Grace was\\ngone.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d gasped Rhett.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOnly for to-day. She and Agnes went to explore\\nan old Benedictine Monastery. They\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll be back by eight\\no\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock. Grace went mainly to keep out of Count Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nway.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cZounds!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s come to a\\npretty pass when an American lady is run from place\\nto place by a garlicky Italian Count. It won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t do; it\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nenough to make a stuffed bird laugh to see the impu\u00c2\u00ac\\ndence of these foreigners. We must teach this Italian\\nhow to behave toward American girls.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett and Gassaway called a cab and drove through\\nSiena\u00e2\u0080\u0099s southern gate, down the mountain, to meet Grace\\nBarton. They met peasants coming up from the cam-\\npagna on foot, on donkeys and in carts, but there was no\\ncarriage, no sign of Grace and Agnes. Night fell, still\\nRhett and Gassaway drove on. Occasionally they heard\\nthe jingling of bells and the creaking of wheels, but on\\nstopping their cab and peering through the darkness\\nthey saw only some poor woman driving an ass loaded\\nwith fagots or a peasant in his cart; then they hurried\\non, Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s anxiety constantly increasing. At last they\\nreached Buon Convento, where they stopped to make\\ninquiries. Rhett had a colloquial knowledge of Italian,\\nand was not long in learning from the village padrone\\nthat the two Inglese had not gone to the Monastery at", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "AT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\n267\\nall, that they had taken the road to San Quirico. Was\\nhe certain of this? \u00e2\u0080\u009cDio mio!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed the padrone,\\nwith many gestures and shrugs of the shoulders, \u00e2\u0080\u009cas\\ncertain as that the Blessed Virgin can save sinners!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThere were not so many Inglese about but that he could\\nkeep an eye on those who passed his way., He had\\ntaken particular notice of the signorinas because one of\\nthem was so extraordinarily beautiful, and because she\\nwas as good and as amiable as she was beautiful. She\\nhad been very friendly to his daughter; had asked her\\nquestions and given her a present for her trousseau. The\\ntwo signorinas had eaten lunch and then driven off on\\nthe San Quirico road.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHas their carriage returned this way?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, signor.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere the signorine Inglese alone?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSi, signor, quite alone except for the driver.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHas any one been here to inquire about them?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, signor, but while the two signorine Inglese were\\nhere a fine, handsome signor came, an Italian who knew\\nthe language of the Inglese. He talked much with the\\nbeautiful signorina.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy the eternal, the Count!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt looks that way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, frowning darkly, and\\nthen resuming his examination of the padrone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDid\\nthis Italian signor go away with the two signorine Ing\u00c2\u00ac\\nlese?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, signor. The Italian signor was on a velocipede.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIn which direction did he go after leaving Buon\\nConvento?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTo the South toward San Quirico.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, in the same direction the signorine were driven?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cSi, si, signor, but not with the signorine. The signor\\nItalino started some hours later than the signorine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe two young men pushed on. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI feel,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cas if I could twist that Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s neck. I could do it\\nas easily as I could stamp on a snake!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTake care, my Hear boy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Gassaway, cheerfully,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009ctake care and steer clear of Italian law. I shouldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "2C8\\nAT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\nlike to see you landed in one of those dreadful Island\\nprisons. Besides, there\u00e2\u0080\u0099s no need to be uneasy; Miss\\nGrace is a girl in a thousand! She\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll know how to\\ndeal with that little dancing aristocrat. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my opinion\\nMiss Grace is a match for a full dozen Italian Counts\\nwith a duke or two thrown into the bargain.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhen they drove into San Quirico a few minutes after\\nmidnight their horse was jaded and worn and the driver\\ndeclared he could go no further, even though offered\\nall the money in America; for the Inglese he would do\\nanything in reason, but to go further that night was\\nimpossible; his horse was broken down.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf they are not here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, to his friend, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe\\nwill pusli on, cab or no cab. We cannot remain quiet.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll stand by you, my boy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway, cheer\u00c2\u00ac\\nfully. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll keep up with you to the end\u00e2\u0080\u0094although I\\nhave that confidence in Miss Grace that my mind is\\nquite at ease about her\u00e2\u0080\u0094quite!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nDuring this colloquy the Jehu pounded on the Albergo\\ndoor; after a while a head appeared in the second story\\nwindow and a voice called out through the darkness:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe devil take you and your noise! What do you\\nmean by waking honest Christians at this hour of the\\nnight?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWe who stand outside your door are as good Chris\u00c2\u00ac\\ntians as any who ever stood within it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Jehu,\\nhotly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMake haste, mutton-head, and let us in. Here\\nare two Inglese from Siena.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett jumped from the cab. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAre two English ladies\\nhere?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDiavolo, yes! Two signorine Inglese are here in\\nbed as all good Christians should be,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the padrone\\nhis irritation was much modified by the Jehu\u00e2\u0080\u0099s announce\u00c2\u00ac\\nment that his \u00e2\u0080\u009cfares\u00e2\u0080\u009d were Inglese. Italian hotel doors\\nare always open to Inglese\u00e2\u0080\u0094by which is meant Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncans as well as English. Both nations are thought to\\nbe the geese which lay golden eggs for Continental inn-*\\nkeepers. They prefer to pluck the geese at reasonable\\nhours, but they are willing to pluck them at one o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "AT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\n269\\nin the morning rather than lose a chance to pluck them\\nat all. Unfastening the chain and drawing the bolt of\\nthe solid oak door, the padrone of the San Quirico\\nAlbergo conducted Rhett and Gassaway into the big\\nroom that served as kitchen, dining-room and lobby of\\nthe village inn. There, in reply to Rhett\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eager ques\u00c2\u00ac\\ntions, the padrone told how an accident had occurred\\nto the signorine\u00e2\u0080\u0099s carriage, how the signorine had come\\nto the Albergo on foot, escorted by his excellency, Count\\nMarto Volpi, and how they were all now comfortably\\nsleeping in their apartments.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t trust this fellow,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett to Gassaway.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall not feel satisfied until I have seen Grace with\\nmy own eyes and know that she is safe and well.\\nPadrone, you must take us to the signorine\u00e2\u0080\u0099s apart\u00c2\u00ac\\nments.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCome volete\u00e2\u0080\u0094as you like!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the padrone, shrug\u00c2\u00ac\\nging his shoulders and picking up his candle. The\\nInglesi were a strange people. If it was their custom\\nto arouse young ladies in the middle of the night it was\\nnone of his business; they could do as they pleased; he\\nconducted Rhett and Gassaway to the room in which\\nthe two girls were resting.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWho is there?\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Grace starting from the sleep\\ninto which she had sunk, fully dressed, her head on\\nthe window sill.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is I, Rhett Calhoun, with Green Gassaway. Are\\nyou safe? We must see for ourselves.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIs it really you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Grace. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSpeak again that\\nI may know your voice.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cZounds! Miss Grace!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway, jovially,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cdon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t hurt our feelings by mistaking us for these danc\u00c2\u00ac\\ning Italian dagos. Let us get a peep at your face to be\\ncertain you\u00e2\u0080\u0099re really safe and alive; then we\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll lie down\\nhere and sleep before your door and defy a regiment of\\nbrigands to get at you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe door was unlocked and partly opened. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nlet you in,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes is in bed, but you are\\nwelcome, oh! you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t imagine how welcome you are!", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0291.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "270\\nAT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\nWe felt out of the world up here in this lonely place,\\nand mamma\u00e2\u0080\u0094I hope she is not miserable about us?\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\nThe two young men were unable to satisfy her mind\\non this point, but they encouraged her to remember\\nthat it was not long before day and that they would re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturn to Siena as early in the morning as possible.\\nToward day, there was another hubbub in the narrow\\nstreet in front of the Albergo, and springing to her feet\\nand looking out of the window, Grace cried: \u00e2\u0080\u009cIs that\\nyou, mamma?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. And Louis and I are here. What has hap\u00c2\u00ac\\npened? Are you all right?\u00e2\u0080\u009d This voice was Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s.\\nGrace flew down stairs and was in her mother\u00e2\u0080\u0099s arms\\nthe moment the door was opened. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDear, dear\\nmamma!\u00e2\u0080\u009d she murmured. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI am so sorry you had so\\nmuch worry. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll never leave you again, never, never!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou may well say that,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Clara. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMamma\\nis determined to start for Alabama to-morrow. She\\nwon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stay in a country where you are always getting\\nshut up in jails and places.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut I am not shut up, mamma. The carriage broke\\ndown. You know, mamma, a carnage might break down\\nin Alabama as well as in Italy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut they don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\u00e2\u0080\u0094not that way,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stand it any longer, Grace. It\u00e2\u0080\u0099s breaking\\nme down worse than the carriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nNotwithstanding Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s placidity, her face\\nshowed that fatigue and anxiety had told upon her.\\nGrace tenderly led her mother up stairs, where she made\\nher lie down and rest during what remained of the night.\\nIt was high noon the next day before the little party\\nassembled at breakfast in the Albergo\u00e2\u0080\u0099s kitchen. Louis\\nCaroll was so bold in his love-making that he claimed\\nthe seat next to Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, and was caught by Mr. Gassa-\\nway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eagle eye in the very act of surreptitiously pressing\\nher hand under the table. Rhett and Grace sat side by\\nside, but nothing so audacious could be charged against\\nthem. The padrone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife had cooked an enormous\\nomelet and a pot of muddy liquid which she called coffee.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0292.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "AT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\n271\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t drink it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d moaned Mrs. Barton pathetically,\\nas she eyed the suspicious mixture, \u00e2\u0080\u009cand after all I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ve\\nundergone I know I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll have a dreadful headache if I\\nmiss my cup of coffee.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou shall not miss it, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mr. Gassaway,\\njumping up. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, nobody in this garlicky country\\nknows how to make coffee, but I know. The author\\nof the G. A. N. must know everything. Just wait a mo\u00c2\u00ac\\nment, ladies. I\u00e2\u0080\u0099ll brew you the best cup of coffee you\\never tasted.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nTaking the pot to the window, Mr. Gassaway poured\\nits contents out into the street; then returned to the\\namazed padrone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s wife and asked for an egg and a\\nsupply of coffee. Then he walked over to the huge\\nchimney under whose mantel in rural Italy, all culinary\\noperations are performed, and began brewing the coffee\\nwhich was to prevent Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s headache. The\\ncoffee was not the best Java or Mocha and no doubt\\nwas well mixed with chicory; nevertheless Mr. Gassa-\\nway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s efforts were pronounced successful. Mrs. Barton\\ntook two cups and said it tasted quite like Alabama\\ncoffee. Mr. Gassaway was as pleased as if she had com\u00c2\u00ac\\nplimented a chapter of the G. A. N. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI say, Miss Grace,\\nhe cried, as he attacked the omelet, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t seem\\nto miss your faithful friend, the Count? Didn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t^you ex\u00c2\u00ac\\npect him to breakfast with you this morning?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat has become of him?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, that\u00e2\u0080\u0099s my secret,\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Gassaway, shoveling into\\nhis mouth another section of omelet. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had an inter\u00c2\u00ac\\nview with the Count early this morning. He had. a\\nbedraggled look; his feathers drooped. I struck him\\nsquare between the eyes by asking if he hadn t put that\\nJehu up to wrecking Miss Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s carriage! By the\\nEternal! You ought to have seen his Countship shake.\\nHe jabbered so fast I couldn\u00e2\u0080\u0099t understand a word he said;\\nthen he mounted his bicycle and scudded away. The\\nlast I saw of him he was fairly flying along on the road\\nto Siena.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this moment a note was handed to Grace by the", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0293.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "272\\nAT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\npadrone. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is from the Count,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said smiling. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHe\\nwrites better English than he speaks.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cZounds!\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Gassaway. \u00e2\u0080\u009cHas the Count had\\nthe cheek to write to you, Miss Grace, when he is the\\nvery fellow who got you into all this trouble\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat does the Count say, Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Clara.\\nGrace read Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s letter aloud:\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAdorable Signorina:\u00e2\u0080\u0094Your friends haf arrive so I\\nnot longer remain. I haf you always proteck wid my\\nlife; your honor I am now ready to proteck wid my\\nsword. I haf de deelight to go seek de vaire culpayable\\ncoachman. I prosecute him to de jail. When I return\\nto Siena I haf de honor to see your amiable mamma\\nand deemand her of de hand of her lovely daughter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo you call that an improvement on the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\ntalking English?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Gassaway grinning.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cA very decided improvement,\u00e2\u0080\u009d answered Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou see the word \u00e2\u0080\u0098lovely\u00e2\u0080\u0099 is spelled correctly. The\\nCount always pronounces it as if it were spelled \u00e2\u0080\u0098lofely\u00e2\u0080\u0099.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat does he mean by defending your honor?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked\\nRhett, frowning. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho dares assail your honor?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace had a suspicion as to what the Count meant,\\nbut at that moment she did not care to give informa\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion concerning the \u00e2\u0080\u009ccompromise\u00e2\u0080\u009d scheme.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t you think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she replied carelessly, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthat this\\nis merely a piece of the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0099s grandiloquence?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMay I read his note?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, still frowning.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCertainly. His chirography is very neat,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied\\nGrace, pushing the note across the table. The young\\nman read it carefully, the frown on his brow deepening\\nas he read.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said slowly, putting his finger on the line\\nabout \u00e2\u0080\u009cdefending her honor with his sword,\u00e2\u0080\u009d this is\\nnot mere idle grandiloquence. An idea is at.the bottom\\nof this boast. I would like to twist it out of his insolent\\nhead!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat would be hardly worth the while,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t think the Count has a single idea worth that\\nmuch trouble.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0294.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "AT MIDNIGHT IN SAN QUIRICO\\n273\\nAfter the several excitements of the night they were\\nso late in arising\u00e2\u0080\u0094and they lingered so long over Mr.\\nGassaway\u00e2\u0080\u0099s coffee\u00e2\u0080\u0094that it was almost noon before they\\nset forth for Siena.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0295.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVI.\\nLORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES.\\nIt was ten o\u00e2\u0080\u0099clock Tuesday night when Mrs.. Barton\\nreceived Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s note and set out for San Quirico; and\\nwhen Lord Apohaqui reached Siena on the afternoon\\ntrain Wednesday none of the party had returned.. The\\npadrone of the Siena Albergo was voluble and obliging,\\nbut his intellect was poor; moreover, he possessed little\\ninformation. One of the signorine Inglese had started\\nwith her maid early Tuesday morning in a carriage for\\nthe Benedictine Monastery. A message had come from\\nher late Tuesday night and her mother and sister and a\\nsignor Americano, the fiance of one of the signorine\\nBarton, had at once ordered a carriage and started for\\nSan Quirico, a village twenty-five miles to the south on\\nthe high road to Rome.\\nThe padrone\u00e2\u0080\u0099s remark about the signorina\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fiance\\ngave Lord Apohaqui a start\u00e2\u0080\u0094which one of the sisters\\nhad gone to San Quirico? And which one had remained\\nto greet her fiance? Who was the fiance? And how\\ndid the padrone know this gentleman to be Miss Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s fiance?\\nThese questions the padrone could not satisfactorily\\nanswer. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094love was not a thing to need words to tell its story;\\nthe American signor had been in Siena before his de\u00c2\u00ac\\nparture for Florence; the padrone had seen the signor\\nand signorina together\u00e2\u0080\u0094was not that sufficient? It cer\u00c2\u00ac\\ntainly was sufficient to make Lord Apohaqui uncom\u00c2\u00ac\\nfortable and unhappy, but he did not despair. The\\npadrone might be mistaken; even were he not mistaken,\\nMiss Clara Barton might be the signorina referred to.\\nAt any rate, he would not falter in putting into execu\u00c2\u00ac\\ntion the purpose that had brought him from England.\\n(2?4)", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0296.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0297.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "t", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0298.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n275\\nHe asked the padrone when the Americans would re\u00c2\u00ac\\nturn, but to this question there was no satisfactory\\nanswer; that they would return some time the padrone\\nwas certain because they had left their luggage in his\\nAlbergo.\\nThe whole state of affairs struck Lord Apohaqui as\\nsingular; he could not imagine why the Bartons should\\nsuddenly leave Siena in the middle of the night to go\\nto a village twenty-five miles away; nor could he imag\u00c2\u00ac\\nine why Miss Barton had landed in San Quirico when\\nshe had set out in exactly the opposite direction. In\\nhis perplexity the young nobleman continued to ply the\\npadrone with questions, and at length the wearied\\nItalian besought himself of the Packers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThere were\\nother signore Inglese in the Albergo; they could inform\\nhis excellency of all things, they were friends of the\\nsignora Barton.\u00e2\u0080\u009d \u00e2\u0080\u009cWho are the other Signore Inglese?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nasked the lord. When told that they were the Packers\\nhe sent his card up and presently found himself in the\\nChicago ladies\u00e2\u0080\u0099 private parlors where, as soon as greet\u00c2\u00ac\\nings and exclamations of surprise at meeting in Siena\\nwere over, he asked questions about the Bartons.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDo I know anything about the Bartons?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nPacker, secretly delighted at the opportunity to ventilate\\nher opinion of that very reprehensible family. \u00e2\u0080\u009cWell,\\nI can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say I know much, my lord. They ain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t the sort\\nof people to go in the high-up society in Chicago, and\\nLobelia and me don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t have much to do with people who\\nain\u00e2\u0080\u0099t in high-up society. Of course we don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t quarrel\\nor nothin\u00e2\u0080\u0099 like that. We are polite when we meet but\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s about all.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank you, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Lord Apohaqui, with\\ndifficulty subduing his impatience. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI wish to know if\\nyou could tell me the cause of Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s setting out\\nin the night to meet her daughter who had left in the\\nmorning?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGoodness gracious!\u00e2\u0080\u009d cried Mrs. Packer, lifting her\\nhands in surprise. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t tell me that Barton girl\\nhas gone and got herself into another scrape? But", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0299.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "27G\\nLORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\nnothing she can do would astonish me. Only yesterday\\nmy maid was saying that the oldest Miss Barton is\\nmighty thick with the Eyetalian Count. I guess that\\ngirl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s up to an elopement and her mother has gone to\\nhead off the marriage!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAt this stage of the interview, Miss Lobelia came in\\nand Mrs. Packer hastened to inform her daughter that\\nthe Barton girl had run off with the \u00e2\u0080\u009cEyetalian\u00e2\u0080\u009d Count\\nand that Mrs. Barton and Miss Clara Barton had rushed\\noff in the middle of the night to catch the elopers. \u00e2\u0080\u009cOh,\\nthat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s stale, ma,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Miss Lobelia. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMy maid heard\\nthat last night. The Count and Miss Barton disappeared\\nalmost at the same minute, but her stupid mother never\\nsuspected what was going on until near midnight; then\\nshe hired a carriage and started after them. The Count\\nhad it all arranged at Riva. Her mother run Miss Bar\u00c2\u00ac\\nton off from Riva to get her away from the Count, but\\nthe girl sent him a telegram to meet her here.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI don\u00e2\u0080\u0099t blame the girl half as much as I do her fool\u00c2\u00ac\\nish mother,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Packer, complacently. \u00e2\u0080\u009cShe sits\\nday in and day out with a novel in her hands and lets\\nher girls run around wild, no chaperone nor nothing.\\nI never let Lobelia run around like that. I believe in\\nEnglish ways, my lord. I always like a chaperone to\\nbe about.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui, much puzzled by this confused ac\u00c2\u00ac\\ncount of the Bartons, was a prey to dismal reflections\\nas he left the Albergo and strolled toward the city\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nsouthern gate. Was it possible he had so mistaken this\\ngirl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s character? Was it possible she could be so infatu\u00c2\u00ac\\nated with this impecunious Italian Count? Disconcerted,\\ndiscomforted, desolate, he walked along, hating the sight\\nof men and women. He passed through the Roman\\ngate and along the road. She had passed this same\\nway only a few hours ago. Would she ever come that\\nway again? Had she really ruined her life and blighted\\nhis by a rash, a fatal step? When wearied with walk\u00c2\u00ac\\ning Lord Apohaqui stretched himself on a grassy bank\\nby the wayside and gave himself up to melancholy mus-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0300.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n277\\nings. The sound of voices made him spring to his feet\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Miss Barton and Rhett Calhoun were almost upon\\nhim. \u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui,\u00e2\u0080\u009d exclaimed Grace, going up and\\ngreeting the young Englishman cordially, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthis is, in\u00c2\u00ac\\ndeed, a surprise! When did you arrive? We thought\\nyou were in England, and lo a turn in the road and we\\nsee you calmly reclining on a bank of daisies in Italy.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett also gave the Englishman a courteous greet\u00c2\u00ac\\ning. Although secretly hating each other, the two young\\nmen were outwardly friendly, so much has civilization\\naccomplished. The civilized man is ashamed of his\\njealousy and seeks to hide it no matter how its fangs\\ngnaw his heart. Grace explained that her mother and\\nsister were coming in the carriage; and that she and\\nMr. Calhoun had left it a mile or so back to lighten the\\npoor horses\u00e2\u0080\u0099 pull up the mountain. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAnd the Count\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhere is he?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the lord.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Count?\u00e2\u0080\u009d queried Grace.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I was told that you and Count Volpi were\\nmarried.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cReally?\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI do not jest on such topics,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied the Englishman,\\ngravely.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course not\u00e2\u0080\u0094no gentleman would. But it seems\\ntoo ridiculous. Who spread such a report about me?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYour countrywomen, Mrs. and Miss Packer.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWere mamma here,\u00e2\u0080\u009d laughed Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshe would re\u00c2\u00ac\\nsent the idea of the Packers being countrywomen of\\nours. Chicago is as far from Alabama as London is\\nfrom Rome, although, I dare say there are plenty of\\nvery nice people in the Windy City. I trust, my lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094this was added seriously\u00e2\u0080\u0094-\u00e2\u0080\u009cI trust you know me too\\nwell to believe so foolish a story, no matter who told it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, I do not think I really did believe it, though it\\nannoyed me to hear it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI think,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, a tone of anger in his voice,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cthat those Packer women are malicious. I hope, Miss\\nGrace, you will be able to keep clear of them during the\\nbalance of your stay in Europe.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0301.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "278\\nLORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t say they are malicious,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, \u00e2\u0080\u009cbut\\nthey are a\u00e2\u0080\u0094a little peculiar. Mamma set them against\\nus when we were on the Etruria. Mamma is so impru\u00c2\u00ac\\ndent when talking about the South that she often offends\\nnorthern ladies.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nGrace looked back every minute or two to see if the\\ncarriage was in sight. Feeling a little uneasy lest some\\naccident might have happened, she asked Rhett to go\\nback and see what had become of the party. She and\\nLord Apohaqui would wait for them there at the bend\\nin the road. Rhqtt\u00e2\u0080\u0099s long, swinging stride quickly\\ncarried him out of sight down the mountain. No sooner\\nwas he gone than Miss Barton was sorry she had sent\\nhim. Something in the young lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes told her she\\nhad been imprudent and would regret it. She was seated\\non the stone parapet overlooking the picturesque moun\u00c2\u00ac\\ntain slope and valley, but her companion had no eyes\\nfor scenery. Feeling that she must make some effort\\nto avert what she feared was impending, the girl talked\\non rapidly; she plainly saw, however, that Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui was not listening. His own feelings mastered him\\nat the moment and he heard not a word Grace uttered.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know why I have come to Italy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he finally said\\nin a rather stern voice.\\nGrace knew the crisis was upon her\u00e2\u0080\u0094there was no\\nescape; she must nerve herself for the ordeal. If there\\nis one thing more painful than another to a girl of true\\nand delicate feeling it is to have a man pour out his\\npassion to her when she is averse to it. The first weapon\\nthe woman seizes under such circumstances is a subter\u00c2\u00ac\\nfuge. She tries to find refuge in a pretended ignorance\\nof what is meant\u00e2\u0080\u0094it is so terrible to be obliged to re\u00c2\u00ac\\npulse a man\u00e2\u0080\u0099s soul, his nobler being. It was true that\\nGrace, for some time after their acquaintance began,\\nhad not given Lord Apohaqui credit for any genuine\\nfeeling; she had good reason to believe that he was\\ninfluenced solely by mercenary motives; but of late this\\nview had weakened and she had come to suspect that\\nthe young lord\u00e2\u0080\u0099s interest in her was both deep and sin-", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0302.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n279\\ncere. The more this belief gained upon her the more\\ndifficult it was to refuse what he asked for. She could\\nnot boldly fly from him, but she might manage to let\\nhim see that his suit was hopeless without saying so\\nin words. With this idea Grace lightly replied to his\\neager, impassioned words: \u00e2\u0080\u009cOf course, I know why\\nyou came to Italy,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, \u00e2\u0080\u009cat any rate I think I can\\nguess. It is not difficult to guess why one visits this\\nbeautiful land of blue skies and ruins and romances.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Barton,\u00e2\u0080\u009d interrupted the lord, \u00e2\u0080\u009cdo not meet\\nearnestness with levity. It is unworthy of you.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg your pardon,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, contritely. \u00e2\u0080\u009cI will not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou know all this,\u00e2\u0080\u009d with a waive of his hand toward\\nthe lovely panorama stretched out beneath them, \u00e2\u0080\u009call\\nthis is nothing\u00e2\u0080\u0094nothing to me! You know\u00e2\u0080\u0094you can\u00c2\u00ac\\nnot but know that you are the world to me. I have\\ncome to Italy because I am miserable away from you.\\nI have come to ask you to give yourself to me, to tell\\nyou that if you will accept me as your husband my life\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nobject shall be to make your happiness perfect-\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am sorry, I am grieved by what you say. My letter\\nwas intended to save you this\u00e2\u0080\u0094this disappointment.\\nYou received it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes, I received it; I understood its purpose, but you\\nhave taken such possession of me that I could not yield\\nwithout a further effort. Oh, if you only knew how I\\nlove you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg you to cease\u00e2\u0080\u0094it is useless.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI never,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he continued, white, agitated and not seem\u00c2\u00ac\\ning to hear her, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI never thought I could love a mortal\\nbeing as I do you. I have known many women, but\\nyou alone seem to me altogether lovely.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI beg you to say no more. When I answered your\\nletter I hoped to save you and to save myself the pain\\nof this interview.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou\u00e2\u0080\u0094you hate me, then?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked, something of\\nanguish in his eyes and voice.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHate? No indeed, I do not hate you; but there is\\na wide, wide space between hate and love.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0303.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "280\\nLORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat is it, then? Indifference? If that is all I shall\\nnot cease to hope. Indifference may be overcome. I\\nwill not give up. To abandon you is almost to abandon\\nlife itself. All will be lost\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, not all, not your life, only your time and\u00e2\u0080\u0094and\\nexpectations,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace. The next instant she was\\nready to bite her tongue for the unkind taunt. An\\neager, questioning, reproachful look was in the eyes\\nLord Apohaqui fixed upon her.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat does that mean?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he asked with dry lips. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094do you doubt the honesty, the sincerity of my love?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI\u00e2\u0080\u0094have doubted it,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she admitted, reluctantly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThen you despise me. A nature like yours must\\ndespise deceit, trickery, false pretenses. Is it so? Do\\nyou despise me for a\u00e2\u0080\u0094a\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d He hesitated, unwilling to\\nuse the odious term \u00e2\u0080\u009cfortune-hunter.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMy lord,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Grace, gravely, \u00e2\u0080\u009cshall I be perfectly\\nfrank with you, even though frankness be displeasing?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThough it cuts to the heart, have no concealments.\\nI, too, despise deception. Proceed.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhen first we knew each other, and for some time\\nthereafter,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said in a low tone, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI had reason to\\nbelieve your attentions to\u00e2\u0080\u0094to our family were entirely\\nof a business character.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThe young lord winced at the word and turned a shade\\npaler. \u00e2\u0080\u009cGo on,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said, biting his lips.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe agent of the Cunard Line is a native of our\\nState. He is an old friend of my father\u00e2\u0080\u0099s. He wrote\\nto mamma of\u00e2\u0080\u0094of\u00e2\u0080\u0094certain inquiries you made. For\\na while this letter was lost on its way, but it came to\\nus at last.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAh\u00e2\u0080\u0094no wonder you despise me! No wonder you\\nhate me! Wretch that I was!\u00e2\u0080\u009d He bowed his head and\\nfor a moment seemed overcome by the bitterness of\\nhis feelings. The action, the attitude appealed to the\\ngirl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s heart and evoked her strongest sympathy. What\u00c2\u00ac\\never she had thought she was convinced that his present\\nemotions were sincere.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said, gently, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI neither despise nor hate", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0304.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "LORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n281\\nyou, Lord Apohaqui. We are creatures of our environ\u00c2\u00ac\\nments. Your environments have been so different from\\nmine. The class to which you belong thinks it right\\nto seek money in marriage. The public sentiment of the\\npeople with whom I was reared condemns money mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriages. With us love alone makes marriage sacred. It\\nis different with you. Your kings and queens, and\\nprinces and noblemen \u00e2\u0080\u0098arrange\u00e2\u0080\u0099 marriages where rank\\nand wealth agree. Nor do I blame you for assuming\\nthat every American woman with wealth is ready and\\nanxious to trade her money for a title. Too many of\\nmy countrywomen show this anxiety, but with me it\\ndoes not exist. I am strongly imbued with democratic\\nprinciples. I want no legal title to give me superiority\\nover others. A woman with my opinions on these\\nmatters would be out of place among your people. This\\n_did no other reason exist\u00e2\u0080\u0094would be sufficient to forbid\\na marriage between us.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nLord Apohaqui lifted his head proudly; *his face was\\nwhite and showed the violence of the emotions his soul\\nexperienced. Never had he appeared to better advantage\\nin the American girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s eyes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou are right,\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cYou and I are the out\u00c2\u00ac\\ngrowth of different civilizations. Yours is the truer, the\\nnobler, because the more just. I admit it, although it\\nbrings to me the bitterest disappointment a man can\\nfeel. It is true that love, and only love, can make mar\u00c2\u00ac\\nriage sacred. I am the victim of my station. When\\nfamily estates are encumbered, when money is wanted\\nto rebuild ruined castles, the heir of a moneyless noble\u00c2\u00ac\\nman is expected to marry money. The opinion of his\\nclass demands this of him. It is noblesse oblige to main\u00c2\u00ac\\ntain the position of his family. My father was a spend\u00c2\u00ac\\nthrift. From my earliest boyhood I was taught that\\nit was my duty to make a wealthy matrimonial alliance.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWith us, a youth would have been taught that it\\nwas his duty to rebuild the family fortune by labor,\\nwith us, labor is honorable; with your class it is dis\u00c2\u00ac\\nhonorable. This is the fundamental difference between\\nus.\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0305.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "282\\nLORD APOHAQUI PROPOSES\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLabor? Ah, yes, but how? For generations noble\u00c2\u00ac\\nmen have lived without labor\u00e2\u0080\u0094\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTherefore it is easier for them to marry money than\\nto make it?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYes. But strange and difficult as labor would be to\\nme, I swear to you I would gladly labor\u00e2\u0080\u0094I would go\\nto the wildest west and begin life anew, could I be\\nbuoyed by the hope that some day you would be mine.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nHe looked at her eagerly, beseechingly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat can never be,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said. \u00e2\u0080\u009cPray give it up.\\nRemember how unsuitable our union would be\u00e2\u0080\u0094how\\nextremely hazardous.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI will gladly take the hazard.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo, no, forget it. It can never be.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf you tell me it is impossible for you to love me,\\nthat I am personally hateful to you, I will give it up\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nI will indeed despair.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat if\u00e2\u0080\u0094if I prefer another?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked Grace, softly,\\na rosy red flashing over her lovely face.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat?\u00e2\u0080\u009d groaned Lord Apohaqui. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAh, yes, if that\\nbe so, madly as I love you, I resign you. Though at\\nfirst it was the thought of your wealth that moved me,\\nyou know\u00e2\u0080\u0094you cannot but know\u00e2\u0080\u0094how all this has long\\nsince faded from my mind; how now you, and you.alone,\\nfill it! But if your heart is another\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, though your dowry\\nwere a queen\u00e2\u0080\u0099s, I would give you up. Is it indeed so?\\nDoes that impassable gulf divide us?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLord Apohaqui, believe me, it can never be as you\\nwish. Let us part friends. If I have caused you aught\\nof pain and disappointment, forgive me. The carriage\\nis coming. I will go to meet them.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nBut before she went, she reached out her hand to\\nthe saddened young man. He touched it with his lips.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou have caused me pain\u00e2\u0080\u0094pain and disappointment,\\noh so bitter! But there is nothing to forgive. The\\nfault is entirely mine. Good-bye, good-bye, and God\\nbless you!\u00e2\u0080\u009d Then he turned and after looking for a\\nmoment over the parapet down upon the Tuscan plain,\\nhe started slowly back toward Siena.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0306.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "CHAPTER XXVII,\\nCONCLUSION.\\nOn the evening following their return from San\\nQuirico as Mrs. Barton and Agnes sat on a bench in\\nthe Siena garden, Mrs. Barton reading Crawford\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009cPaul\\nPatoff\u00e2\u0080\u009d, Count Marto Volpi approached, smiling sweetly\\nand looking handsomer than ever before. His dark\\nlocks waved in the breeze, his picturesque mustache\\nbeautifully shaded his soft and perfect lips, his poetic\\neyes beamed with triumphant love\u00e2\u0080\u0094at any rate, that\\nwas the way the beam struck Mr. Gassaway, who sat on\\na bench not far away, fanning himself under the shade\\nof an orange tree.\\nMrs. Barton was in the middle of her novel and was\\nimpatient to read on and learn what became of Paul\\nPatoff\u00e2\u0080\u0099s brother. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThe Count is coming, madam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said\\nAgnes in a whisper.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cOh, dear!\u00e2\u0080\u009d sighed Mrs. Barton, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI nope he won\u00e2\u0080\u0099t\\nbother us long.\u00e2\u0080\u009d At that moment, Mrs. Barton preferred\\nPaul Patoff\u00e2\u0080\u0099s society to that of any Count in Italy.\\nVolpi made a graceful obeisance before the ladies.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGood evening,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Barton, carefully keep\u00c2\u00ac\\ning her thumb on the page she was reading.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt ees a lofely evening,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said the Count with a radiant\\nsmile. \u00e2\u0080\u009cA\u00e2\u0080\u0094vat de poets would nominate de paradise.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt is very nice,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton, with a longing\\nglance at \u00e2\u0080\u009cPaul Patoff\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHaf I de happiness to find de amiable signora in de\\ngoot health dis evening?\u00e2\u0080\u009d asked the Count with genial\\nsolicitude.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI am pretty well, thank you,\u00e2\u0080\u009d returned Mrs. Barton,\\nwondering why the young man should stand there smil\u00c2\u00ac\\ning and bowing. But Count Volpi was in no hurry\\nto go. After a few more polite inquiries as to Mrs.\\n283", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0307.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "284\\nCONCLUSION\\nBarton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s general welfare and as to whether she was en\u00c2\u00ac\\njoying the scenery, Count Volpi made another graceful\\nreverence and said: \u00e2\u0080\u009cI haf come to say dat I haf de\\nhonaire and de happiness to ask for de hand of your\\nlofely filia\u00e2\u0080\u0094vat you call girl, de signorina Gracia!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton, whose mind was wholly engrossed by the\\ntroubles of the Patoff family, and who was impatient to\\nget back to her novel, did not catch the drift of Volpi\u00e2\u0080\u0099s\\nmeaning. \u00e2\u0080\u009cAgnes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d she said with the hope of turning\\nthe Count over to her companion, \u00e2\u0080\u009cyou can understand\\nthe Count better than I, you must talk to him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d replied Agnes, in a low voice, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Count\\nasks for your daughter Grace.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTell him Grace is not here. She has gone walking\\nwith Rhett.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam, he does not ask to see Miss Grace; he wants\\nyou to give her to him.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGive him Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs Barton, opening wide\\nher eyes. Just at moment the idea of marriage was so\\nfar from her thoughts it vaguely occurred to her that\\nthe foreigner had asked for her daughter as he might\\nask to be given a piece of bric-a-brac or a book out of\\nher library. It was Mrs. Barton\u00e2\u0080\u0099s secret but fixed belief\\nthat all people who spoke a tongue she could not under\u00c2\u00ac\\nstand were insane, or, at any rate, were on the road to\\ninsanity. Volpi stood smiling, awaiting the outcome of\\nthe whispered conversation between Mrs. Barton and\\nAgnes.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, \u00e2\u0080\u009cthe Count wishes you to give\\nhim your daughter in marriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe wants to marry Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0094my daughter?\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs.\\nBarton with as much surprise as if she had never heard\\nof a marriage between an American girl and an Italian\\nCount.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThat\u00e2\u0080\u0099s what he wants.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThe poor little man,\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Mrs. Barton, gazing\\nat the Count. \u00e2\u0080\u009cIt must be in his blood; he is cousin to\\nthe little Countess\u00e2\u0080\u0099 husband and \u00e2\u0080\u0098he\u00e2\u0080\u0099 was all wrong in his\\nmind. Poor little man!\u00e2\u0080\u009d", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0308.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "CONCLUSION\\n285\\nVolpi nodded and smiled at this evidence of kindness\\non the part of his prospective mother-in-law; he did not\\ncatch the drift of her meaning and construed her look\\nof compassion as a look of affection and interest.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cGet rid of him, Agnes,\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDon\u00e2\u0080\u0099t stir him up; speak soothingly but get him to go\\naway.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cShall I say you decline the honor of his offer?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cTell him anything, Agnes, only get him to go away.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nAnd Mrs. Barton re-opened \u00e2\u0080\u009cPaul Patoff\u00e2\u0080\u009d.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cCount,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Agnes, in very fair Italian, \u00e2\u0080\u009cMrs. Barton\\nrequests me to say that she declines the honor you\\npropose.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cDecline? Dio mio! Vat ees de objection? I am of\\nde family vaire old and noble. My wife will haf de title\\nnoble. De American lady lofe de title noble!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cWhat does he say, Agnes?\u00e2\u0080\u009d whispered Mrs. Barton.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI told you not to stir him up.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cHe says that his family is noble, that his wife will\\nbear a noble title.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNonsense!\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Mrs. Barton. \u00e2\u0080\u009cDo get the poor\\nlittle man to go, Agnes.\u00e2\u0080\u009d The Count began speaking\\nrapidly in Italian and Mrs. Barton asked again what he\\nwas saying.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMadam, he says your daughter must marry him, as\\nshe has compromised herself with him\u00e2\u0080\u0094that, here in\\nItaly, high society will look down on Miss Grace unless\\nshe marries him!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut why? How has Grace compromised herself?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBy staying that night in the Albergo San Quirico.\\nThe Count says Miss Grace is irretrievably compromised\\nand can heal the compromise only by marriage.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cPoor, crazy little man!\u00e2\u0080\u009d murmured Mrs. Barton, gaz\u00c2\u00ac\\ning at the Count pityingly. \u00e2\u0080\u009cSince you can\u00e2\u0080\u0099t get. him\\nto go, Agnes, we had better go ourselves. There is no\\ntelling when he might grow worse.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMrs. Barton closed \u00e2\u0080\u009cPaul Patoff\u00e2\u0080\u009d and walked through\\nthe garden back to the hotel. As she started off, Mr.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0309.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "286\\nCONCLUSION\\nGassaway looked up from his note-book and gazed at\\nher retreating figure.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cZounds!\u00e2\u0080\u009d he muttered, \u00e2\u0080\u0098Til pickle this pointer for\\nthe G. A. N.\u00e2\u0080\u0094Illustrates Italian and American character\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094dancing Count doing the Romeo act\u00e2\u0080\u0094serene mamma\\nsmiles and walks away\u00e2\u0080\u0094dancing Count aghast\u00e2\u0080\u0094while\\nRhett Calhoun, American lover with no frills or non\u00c2\u00ac\\nsense about him, knocks the persimmon. At any rate\\nI think he will knock it before this ancient burg sees\\nanother day.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nMr. Gassaway was not far wrong in his calculations.\\nAt that very moment, Rhett and Grace were strolling\\nalong the city wall overlooking the mountain slope and\\nthe fertile Tuscan valley. It was one of those miracu-i\\nlously fine evenings such as one rarely sees outside of\\nItaly. The sun had set, but its after-glow left a bright\\nzone of light over the plain and upon the ancient walled\\ncity. The people of Siena thronged the plaza near the\\nwalls and occasionally the jingle of wagon bells and\\nthe laughter of peasants passing out of the gate down the\\nmountain side disturbed the otherwise still summer air.\\nBut Rhett noticed neither the bells nor the people. His\\nthoughts were of Lord Apohaqui and of the last glimpse\\nhe had obtained the day before, of that young nobleman.\\nRhett had returned to Grace in time to see Lord Apo\u00c2\u00ac\\nhaqui walking rapidly toward Siena; and there was\\nsomething in the very aspect of the Englishman\u00e2\u0080\u0099s back,\\nsomething in his wild haste to flee, which did not indi\u00c2\u00ac\\ncate that triumph of triumphs\u00e2\u0080\u0094the winning of the girl\\nhe loved. Was it possible that Lord Apohaqui, young,\\nhandsome and titled, had failed? And even if he had\\nfailed, would that help Rhett? Where such a one as\\nLord Apohaqui had met with defeat, coiild success come\\nto him, Rhett Calhoun, untitled, penniless, fame and\\nfortune yet to be won?\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAt any rate,\u00e2\u0080\u009d thought Rhett, \u00e2\u0080\u009cI shall put my chances\\nto the test and though I fail it will be some consolation\\nto know that he is not to have her.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nThis is hardly a Christian sentiment, yet it is one", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0310.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "CONCLUSION\\n287\\nfrequently indulged in by lovers; that man is rare indeed\\nwho, rejected by his lady love, can find delight in seeing\\nher happily mated to another.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cMiss Grace,\u00e2\u0080\u009d said Rhett, as they sat down on the\\nparapet looking out over the beautiful valley, \u00e2\u0080\u009cwe are\\nsuch old friends that I may venture U ask a question,\\nmay I not?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAssuredly, but I do not promise an answer until I\\nknow what it is.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou ought to answer it.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIf I think it should be answered I will.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cAre you engaged to Lord Apohaqui?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cNo.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cThank God for that much! He asked you?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cYou did not stipulate for two questions.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cBut will you be generous and reply?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\u00e2\u0080\u0094appealingly.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cIt might be very ungenerous to reply. Put yourself\\nin his place; suppose\u00e2\u0080\u0094I say merely suppose\u00e2\u0080\u0094he had\\nasked me, would it be generous on my part to speak of\\nit?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cLet me put the question differently. You say you are\\nnot already engaged to Lord Apohaqui\u00e2\u0080\u0094do you think\\nyou ever will be?\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cI dp not.\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nRhett jumped up from his seat and stood a moment\\nas he gazed on the girl\u00e2\u0080\u0099s downcast face\u00e2\u0080\u0094downcast and\\nburning beneath the ardor of his eyes. \u00e2\u0080\u009cThen may I\\nspeak for myself, Grace?\u00e2\u0080\u009d he said in a whisper. \u00e2\u0080\u009cMay\\nI tell you, that you are the one woman on earth that I\\nlove? Oh, my darling! My darling!\u00e2\u0080\u009d\\nWhat did he see in her face, in the one shy glance\\nshe shot upward at him .to bring out that rapturous ex\u00c2\u00ac\\nclamation? He saw that which is given man never more\\nthan once in his life to see\u00e2\u0080\u0094the first look of a first love\\nwhich tells him that she, the one woman in the world,\\nis his own, his own in heart and soul!\\ns{s jfs :Js jJj\\nMrs. Barton thoroughly approved of Grace\u00e2\u0080\u0099s choice.", "height": "3326", "width": "2052", "jp2-path": "lordscourtshipan00meri_0311.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "288\\nCONCLUSION\\nRhett was a Southern gentleman who would know how\\nto protect his wife from Italian Counts; moreover the\\nengagement of her two daughters would necessitate their\\nspeedy return to Alabama and if there was one thing in\\nthe world Mrs. Barton fairly pined for, it was to get\\naway from \u00e2\u0080\u009ccrazy Europe\u00e2\u0080\u009d and return once more to a\\nplace where people had the good sense to speak a lan\u00c2\u00ac\\nguage she could understand. The idea of cultivating\\nMiss Clara\u00e2\u0080\u0099s voice up to D was abandoned, and early in\\nDecember after visiting Rome and Naples, the Bartons\\nreturned to America to prepare for the double wedding\\nwhich was to take place in Birmingham in the Spring.\\nWhen Count Volpi saw that there was not the slightest\\nintention on the part of either Mrs. Barton or her\\ndaughter to accept his generous offer to \u00e2\u0080\u009cheal the com\u00c2\u00ac\\npromise\u00e2\u0080\u009d, he turned his attention to Miss Packer, and\\nat last accounts that young lady was endeavoring to\\nmake up her mind whether she would flourish in Rome\\nas an Italian Countess or whether she would shine among\\nNew York\u00e2\u0080\u0099s \u00e2\u0080\u009c400\u00e2\u0080\u009d as the wife of Mr. Montrose Morton.\\nBoth gentlemen, the titled Italian and the untitled Ameri\u00c2\u00ac\\ncan, paid her persistent court, greatly to the edification\\nof Mr. Green Gassaway, who spent the winter in Rome\\n\u00e2\u0080\u009cpickling pointers\u00e2\u0080\u009d for his great novel. The eagle eye\\nof such an author as Mr. Gassaway ranges from pole to\\npole; when the weddings in Birmingham take place,\\nwhen the Packer comedy in Rome terminates, and when\\nLord Apohaqui recovers from his love sickness and\\nreturns from Montana (whither he went to kill bear and\\nforget Grace Barton), Mr. Gassaway promises to survey\\nthose incidents and describe them to the world in the\\npages of the G. A. 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