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“There, you see Fanny doesn’t believe it;” said Allie West
triumphantly.
“As if any one in her senses could!” Dora added.
After they went away Fan sat glancing out of the window
thoughtfully.
“I allowed them to think what was not quite true,” she said slowly,
“but I did not want the fact to leak out. Some very smart young
woman might write to Kate and alarm her. It had better go on
quietly.”
We missed Daisy ever so much. You would hardly think it among
so many.
Then came a letter from Mr. Duncan, stating that he intended to
follow it in time to keep the festival of baby’s christening. There were
some business matters on which he wished to consult papa, and he
was longing for a sight of the household, from least to greatest. Louis
was much better. Mrs. Whitcomb was well and had utterly refused
her first vacation. What did Fanny expect to do in such a case of
insubordination? He was sorry he had proved so attractive, but it
was more his misfortune than his fault, so she must not visit him too
heavily with her displeasure.
We all had a good laugh over it. I arranged the guest-chamber in
the morning, flowers and all, and in the afternoon went cantering
round the parish, as Fan often expressed it. She had been smitten
with such a passion for sewing, and the Churchills took up so much
of her time that I had to visit for both. I was beginning to feel quite
grave and staid with my eighteen and a half years. The fact of Fan’s
having a real lover affected me in a rather curious fashion. It seemed
as if the romance was to begin with her and go down. It shut me out
as it were; but never having counted myself in, I did not feel much
disappointed. I was to be the house-daughter. Already I could see
that papa had begun to depend more upon me. He brought his
gloves to be mended, and used to ask me now and then to find
various little matters for him. True, mamma was much occupied with
Edith. I liked the growing nearer though, the tender confidence and
trust.
I could see how it would be. One by one the birdlings would fly out
of the home nest. I was an every-day useful body and would be
needed to help the others, make some ready to go and comfort
those who staid. I didn’t suppose the sweet grace and patience that
glorified Miss Oldway’s face would ever come in mine. It was such a
round, funny little face, and would get so sun-burned in summer. No
one could ever call me fair and dainty.
I laughed over it softly to myself, I was in such a merry mood. In
ten years I should be twenty-eight, getting on the “list” a wee bit,
visiting round the same as usual, carrying broths and jellies, listening
to sorrows and complaints, and by that time, perhaps, a little better, a
little nearer the Great ensample so that I could say my say without
faltering.
My basket was emptied at length. I leaned over the fence awhile
and talked with Mrs. Day, who “could not see why,” about something.
Aunt Letty Perkins came along, puffing and wheezing. She had been
confined to the house a good deal since Christmas, with the asthma,
and if it was not irreverent I should say—“Israel had had peace.”
“All well, I suppose?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I never see such folks. You don’t have a bit of sickness or trouble
like other people!”
“No,” said Mrs. Day, as if she felt personally aggrieved. “I never
saw the match to that baby, and my poor lamb in the church-yard!”
I wanted to reply that it was the care and watchfulness, the love
and tenderness that never tired. We did not suffer real heart-felt
trouble, but there were hard pinches and perplexities, many things
given up that we longed to have, hours of patient industry, self-denial
and all that. Do discontented people ever realize what steady
courage and grace it takes to make many lives look fair and sweet?
“Well, it’s out of its trouble,” pursued Aunt Letty. “You never can tell
what children are coming to. Goin’ to take boarders agen this
summer?”
That last to me. I started and colored at the impertinence. I wanted
to resent it, but I knew that would not help for an example.
“Mr. Duncan is at home and can take care of his brothers;” I
replied quietly.
“Well, they want much addition to the neighborhood. That young
one was a master-hand at mischief. I should have wanted a good
deal of money to pay me.”
“Good-night;” I said rather abruptly, “I must be going.”
“Why don’t you come in? I haven’t seen your ma in an age.
Nobody drops in when I am sick, though if I do say it myself, I’ve
always been neighborly. No one can say I ever went on the other
side like the publican.”
“Indeed they could not,” I thought to myself with a smile.
All this made me later than I expected to be. As I came up the road
I saw Fanny and Mr. Duncan walking slowly to meet me.
Something dreadful flashed into my mind at that moment and
made my face scarlet. I remembered that in my talk with Louis I had
spoken of the probability of Stephen’s marrying Fanny. What if he
had repeated that bit of idle gossip? Stuart would have done so from
pure love of teasing.
“Why, Rose, how you have hurried! You are as red as your reddest
namesake. Do stop and cool off a moment, child!”
That from Fanny did not make me any paler. I felt the contrast very
keenly. She tall and elegant, with her graceful self-possession, and I
such a little budget! I don’t know why I should have cared just at that
moment, but I felt mortified enough to cry.
Mr. Duncan put out his hand. I just touched the tips of his fingers.
“I am glad to see you.” Then he looked me all over with those
strange eyes of his that could be so dark and piercing.
“Isn’t it late?” I asked. “I am sure supper must be ready. Please
excuse me,” and I hurried on.
They turned as well. I rushed up-stairs, bathed my face and gave
my hair a brush. Then I went to the glass a moment to pull it out. No,
I was not a beauty. If Mr. Duncan had not come to-day! He could
spend Sunday without starting as early as Friday afternoon!
When I went down they were all gathered around the table. He
glanced up sharply again, and I was foolish enough to blush.
Not an unnecessary word did I utter. I had a constricted feeling
about my throat and tongue and could not tell what was the matter
with me, I believe I felt cross. I was glad to go to the study afterward
and give papa the messages that had been sent for him.
Nelly called me to see about a skirt she was letting down. Tim and
Lily put themselves to bed now, and I had only to go in and pick up
their clothes. Fanny and Mr. Duncan were singing in the parlor, but I
did not go down until I heard mamma’s voice. They were talking
about Mrs. Whitcomb.
He had found her so admirable. Lady-like and refined, yet not
weak; clear-eyed and resolute, yet without any hardness.
“She is always in bloom, I believe. The winter, and the desert, and
the bare, bristling hill-tops may be a short distance off, but just
around her it is spring.”