United States or Côte d'Ivoire ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"When Christie was a wee bit of a thing he took 'er into the ring with 'im. She sat on 'is shoulder and the crowd thought it wonnerful. Arter that he took 'er in reg'lar. Mrs. Braddock almos' lost 'er mind, but Brad coaxed 'er into seein' it 'is way. It was before he took to drinking steady. That gal 'as no more business being a circus rider than nothink.
At breakfast-time her agonies were night-blurred, and persisted only as a nervous irresolution. Few of the aristocrats of the Jolly Seventeen attended the humble folk-meets of the Baptist and Methodist church suppers, where the Willis Woodfords, the Dillons, the Champ Perrys, Oleson the butcher, Brad Bemis the tinsmith, and Deacon Pierson found release from loneliness.
Just as he reached it the boys, looking, saw it open. Then the voice of Sol Smithers came plainly to them. "Wall, did yuh run acrost the bag, Brad? I guessed 'twas on'y layin' down the road a piece. But what yuh mean apushin' in on me thetaways?" "You're my prisoner, Silas Westover. Don't try to run, or it will be the worse for you. I have plenty of help and your place is surrounded.
There, taking their warriors' ease before the battle, the Ancients, as disposed by their assiduous foreman, continued the centre of observation. Uncle Brad Trufant, nursing ancient memories of the prowess of Niagara and the Viennese, voiced some of the sentiment of the envious when he muttered: "Eatin', allus eatin'! The only fire they can handle is a fire in a cook-stove."
"Come and try it," said Bradley, throwing off his coat. The excitement had reached the point where blows begin. Several irresponsible fellows were urging their companion on. "Jump 'im! Jump 'im, Hank! We'll see fair play." "Stand yer ground, Brad!" shouted the friends of the speaker. "We'll see they come one at a time." "Oh, see here! No fightin'," shouted others.
The young man looked up. His face flashed into a broad smile. "Hello! Brad Talcott, by thunder! Well, well. When'd you get back?" "Last night. Yours?" he inquired, nodding toward the children. "Yep. Well, how are you, old man? You look well. Couldn't fool me with that beard. Come in and sit down, won't yeh?" "No, I'm on my way to church. Can't you come?"
I don't think it's best for Brad to find you 'ere." As they left the lot, David carrying all of his possessions in the unwieldy satchel, they were met by Colonel Grand. "David," said he, falling in beside them, "have you sufficient funds to carry you back to old Virginia? If you need money, I will gladly let you have it as a loan." They were surprised by the offer. David hated him.
The summer boarders built it, and some rich body keeps it up; and our folks think it's complete to go over there and worship, and get up and down, and say their prayers out loud." The doctor laughed out. "I've heard about it," said he. "You know what Brad Freeman told Uncle Eli Pike, when they went in to see how the service was managed?
"Ain't seen the Smyrna Ancient and Honorable Firemen's Association, Hiram Look foreman, and his new fife-and-drum corps, and the rest of the trimmin's, have you, Uncle Brad?" drawled a man near him. "Well, don't commit yourself too far on old Vienny till the Smyrna part of the parade gets past.
Mary 'ad nothink to do with it, but you can't make Brad believe that. He's got it in 'is 'ead that she's been working with Grand all along. I talked to 'im for two hours yesterday, but I couldn't shake 'im. He's a broken man but he's a determined one. The time served up at Sing Sing 'ad one benefit to it: it dried up all the whiskey that was in 'im.
Word Of The Day