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"And we've got the impression that a good many of the men down in New York and Boston, and elsewhere, through the advantages which the tariff laws, and other laws, are giving them, are getting more than they earn a lot more. And we feel that laws must be passed which will prevent all that." "Now, I believe that, too," said Mr. Caldwell very earnestly. "Then we belong to the same party," I said.
Caldwell sat there, the butcher brought out a lamb and killed it. Mrs. Caldwell watched the operation with interest. They did strange things in those days in that little Irish seaport, and, being an Englishwoman, she looked on like a civilised traveller intelligently studying the customs of a savage people. But as the darkness gathered, the trouble of her mind increased.
Dumb-bells may be used, in connection with the sports enumerated in the third chapter, for developing and strengthening the chest and improving the health. I would refer any who question the fitness of such exercises to what has been said on the subject at the 77th and following pages, and especially to the testimony of Dr. Caldwell there introduced.
Jackson, the prisoner, sat in the center of a long sofa on the east side of the room. On the side of him was Chief Deitsch. The latter conducted the examination, while the Mayor sat in his chair, smoked a cigar and listened. "Is this Mayor Caldwell?" asked Jackson. "It is," responded His Honor. "The officers say you want to see me." "Yes, I want to talk with you." "What is your name?"
Beth demanded, tumbling off the window-seat on to the floor with a crash as she spoke, having lost her balance in peering round the curtain. Both ladies jumped, quite contrary to their principles. "You naughty child, how dare you?" Mrs. Caldwell began. Beth picked herself up. "I want to know," she interrupted. "You've been listening." "No, I've not. I was here first, and you came and talked.
In her childhood she unconsciously illustrated the thoughts people had in their minds about her. Aunt Victoria believed in her and trusted her, and when they were alone together, Beth responded to her good opinion; Mrs. Caldwell expected her to be nothing but a worry, and was not disappointed.
"Little pitchers are generally bad enough, but when there is large intelligence added to the long ears, they're the devil." Before the doctor left he said to Mrs. Caldwell, "We must keep our patient amused, you know." "O doctor!" Beth exclaimed, clasping her hands in her earnestness, "do you think if Sophie Keene came?"
Beth sat next her father, who drove from the side of the car, and then they were ready to be off as soon as Artless would go; but Artless objected to leave the yard, and Riley had to lead him round and round, running at his head, and coaxing him, while Captain Caldwell gathered up the reins and held the whip in suspense, watching his opportunity each time they passed the gate to give Artless a start that would make him bound through it.
Caldwell himself, Member of Congress, Leader of the Sixth District, Favourably Mentioned for Governor, drawing up at my gate, deliberately descending from his buggy, with dignity stopping to take the tie-rein from under the seat, carefully tying his horse to my hitching-post. I confess I could not help feeling a thrill of excitement.
Caldwell answered tartly; "but I can't afford the fuel, and she can't afford it either." "I wish I had known that," said Beth. "I wouldn't have let her afford to take me away in the summer, spending all her money for nothing." "What a grateful and gracious child you are!" her mother exclaimed. Beth went frowning from the room.
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