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He admonished the prisoner that when he should be called upon for his testimony, he must make as little as possible of the fact of their each being scarred on the hip, and scarred on the head, the two cousins dramatically marked alike, and that he must in no way allude to his having seen Betty Ballard in the prison alone. "That was a horrible mistake.
Ballard more desirable than we are. Oh! how easy it is to be more desirable than we are!" "There isn't one girl in five hundred so pretty as you," returned Mrs. Evringham stoutly. "I wish my prettiness could persuade you into my way of thinking." "What do you mean?" The glance of the older woman was keen and suspicious. "We would take a cheap little apartment to-morrow," said the girl wistfully.
One fond friend watching Alex go out on the field drew a sort of consolation from the observation that "perhaps Alex was so small the Varsity men wouldn't notice him." But Alex soon showed them that he was there. He got in a punt that made Bland Ballard gasp.
Duhring for all that you've done for me in here, but I want you all to know that it's to Roger Canby that I owe my greatest debt, to Roger Canby, my tutor, brother, mother, father, friend." They wanted me to speak. I could not. But Jerry understood. In the library after dinner I overheard part of a conversation between Ballard the elder and Mr. Duhring.
The association never missed an annual meeting and the women elected each year to carry on its work were those who knew that the cause might be delayed but could not be permanently defeated. The convention of 1901 was held in November at Waterloo and Mrs. Adelaide Ballard was elected president, having previously served two terms.
The detective crawled toward the place where the smugglers were gathered, and he overheard their conversation. One of them remarked. "It's all nonsense to look for him in here." "If it is Ballard, or Spencer Vance, I'd look for him in my vest pocket; either one of those men would dare to go anywhere." "Well, search," commanded Ike Denman.
Timothy’s had kicked; Ballard had recovered the ball for Harvard on St. Timothy’s forty-yard line, and then Warren, the quarterback, had made a long pass straight into Lawrence’s hands; Lawrence started to run; then, just as Chase and Baldersnaith were bearing down for the tackle, he stopped and hurled the ball forward and across to Newell, the other Harvard end.
They were dry, cool, very beautifully tinted, with the nails long and highly polished and had the odor, very faintly, of jasmine. Jerry kissed 'em too, looking extremely foolish." "He would," I growled. "The hussy!" Ballard shook with laughter. "Oh, that's rather rough, Pope. She's merely the product of a highly sensitized milieu.
"Where is she?" asked Bertrand, as he entered the kitchen after bringing up the carryall. "I don't know. She may have gone over to Clara Dean's. She spoke of going there to-day. I'm glad rather." "Yes, yes." A little later in the day, almost closing time at the bank, James Walters and Bertrand Ballard entered and asked to see the Elder.
The prosecution witnesses disagreed as to the number of lines of deputies stretched across the back and sides of the open space on the dock, the statements varying from one to four files. Chad Ballard, Harry Gray, and J. D. Landis, of the Seattle police detective bureau, and J. G. McConnell, Everett Interurban conductor, testified to the return and arrest of Mrs. Frenette, Mrs. Mahler and Mrs.
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