Book-bot.com - read famous books online for free

John Ward, Preacher by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
page 101 of 448 (22%)
to come any nearer the fireplace than the outside of the hearth-rug."
Then he began to read again, muttering, "Confound that reporter!"

Dick glanced at him, and then he said, in a low voice, "Max loves you
because you are so kind to him, Miss Lois; it is worth while to be a dog
to have you"--

"Give him bones?" Lois cried hurriedly. "Yes, it is too hot in here,
father; don't you think so; don't you want me to open the window?"

Dr. Howe looked up, surprised. "If you want to, child," he said. "Dear
me, I'm afraid I have not been very entertaining, Mr. Forsythe. What do
you think of this attack on our candidate? Contemptible, isn't it? What?
I have no respect for any one who can think it anything but abominable
and outrageous."

"It's scandalous!" Dick answered,--and then in a smiling whisper to Lois,
he added, "I'm afraid to tell the doctor I'm a Democrat."

But when Lois was quite alone that night, she found herself smiling in
the darkness, and a thrill of pride made her cheeks hotter than the fire
had done.




CHAPTER IX.


"Yes," said Miss Deborah Woodhouse, as she stood in the doorway of Miss
DigitalOcean Referral Badge