He had made an arrangement with Barclay H. Warburton, owner of the Philadelphia Evening Telegraph.
Now, a young actor has a choice: “I have a practiced line,” Barclay said of the advice he gives.
Despite a burning sense of Scottish pride, Barclay, 73, said he was worried about the economy.
“My heart wants to vote yes,” Barclay said, shaking his head wistfully.
Barclay struck it sharply with the cane, and it fell writhing on the bed, its spine broken.
I had to use him; if Barclay hadn't been sick it might have been different.
“That ought to be a pleasure, madam,” said Barclay politely.
A prettier abode than that of Captain Barclay would be difficult to find.
As Barclay spoke in this abrupt way to him, he started and stared wildly at the speaker.
"But you are not French, boys," Mrs. Barclay said, piteously.