. The Saturday evening post. International Harvester Company of America, Nash-ville, Tenn. Arch.: Concrete Engineering Co., Chicago,III, Gen I Cont.: Foy-Proctor Company, Nashville,Tenn. Roofer: C. C. Mclnturff, Nashville, 12 (Continued from Page 70) Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. Lord Branksome walked round the roomooking at the pictures. He stopped dead>efore the picture of the sheep. I say, look at these sheep! Thats what[ call a picture! he said with the air of aconnoisseur and in a tone of genuine enthu-siasm. Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. I never saw such intelligent she
. The Saturday evening post. International Harvester Company of America, Nash-ville, Tenn. Arch.: Concrete Engineering Co., Chicago,III, Gen I Cont.: Foy-Proctor Company, Nashville,Tenn. Roofer: C. C. Mclnturff, Nashville, 12 (Continued from Page 70) Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. Lord Branksome walked round the roomooking at the pictures. He stopped dead>efore the picture of the sheep. I say, look at these sheep! Thats what[ call a picture! he said with the air of aconnoisseur and in a tone of genuine enthu-siasm. Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. I never saw such intelligent sheep! hecried with swelling enthusiasm. Imhanged if you couldnt teach them tricks—to sit up and beg and that kind of thing! Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. Of a sudden Lord Branksomes face dark-ened. He snatched at his watch, tore itfrom his pocket, glanced at the dial andcried: Here! I say! Where is the lowruffian? Why isnt he here? Whats hekeepin me waitin for? When I agreed totake him up on condition he took TheTowers I didnt bargain for this kind ofthing. Impudence, I call it—impudence! Yes, Egbert, said Lady Branksome. What is he doin? cried Lord Brank-some on a shriller note of exasperation. I dont know, Egbert,
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