United States or Turkey ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Too weak to run from an offensive dog, must I lie helpless in an open school yard? It was not to be thought of. I rested awhile and felt a little better. No bones were broken. I could walk slowly, and as mother's provision store was not far away, I decided to take the risk of finding a cellar window open there.
He came in for the evening lunch the Lindsay kitchen always furnished, but he went away when the rest left, and did not have a word with Ellen alone. "What were you and Bruce talking about so seriously?" asked Ellen with forced lightness, as she and Christina put away the remains of the feast in the cellar. "Oh, nothing much," said Christina confused. "About Toronto mostly.
There it stands, solitary and alone not a council of ten flues, but, like his sacred majesty of Russia, a unit of an autocrat. Even to me, its dimensions, at times, seem incredible. It does not look so big no, not even in the cellar.
One of our men was at that cellar grating; there was some of them down there; we wanted to find our way down and corner them, but the fat got in the fire too soon. Can you stand something strong? Then come this way." He led me out into the garden, and to a tangled heap lying in the moonlight, on the edge of the long grass.
If he sprouted potatoes for a grocer in his cellar, "There's gold in your fingers, El," he would say. "Get it out as quick as you can." He now worked more hours in a day than he had ever worked before, so that he was too tired to talk much at meals, and too sleepy in the evening. But there was a light in his eyes when they rested on Mr. Lightenhome that made the old man's heart thrill.
And so once getting Rupert's attention, he had set them to work in the cellar cutting through to the one passage which paralleled the foundation walls. In the weeks which followed their emergence from the threatened tomb, the swamper had unobtrusively slipped into a place in the household.
They wrenched open the wooden door and hurried down the dark steps into the gloomy, unlit cellar. The place was crowded with packing-cases, and two large wine barrels stood in the corner. At the farther end was a door. Quest rushed for it and stood on guard. A moment later, however, he called to Laura and pressed his revolver into her hand. "Stand here," he ordered.
As she saw Polly's look of disapproval, adding by way of apology, "I simply must finish that sketch, Poll. It won't take long." So Polly and Betty left her and went out together. They found their sleds from the year before, in the gym cellar, and pulled them to the top of the hill. The snow had drifted into the road, and was so deep that the coasting was slow at first.
My face had the hospital pallor, and, with my long hair and beard, I know I looked "snaggy" like a potato that has been forgotten in a dark corner of the cellar. When we came out of the lazaret, the few people we met on the road to the prison-camp broke into broad grins; some even turned and looked after us. The guard took me to Camp 6, Barrack A, where I found some of the boys I knew.
There was a pail in the cellar for "soap grease," into which was put every scrap of fat or grease and saved until the day when the "soap man" came around and bought it. Those were the days when potatoes were less than fifty cents a bushel, eggs a dollar a hundred, and the very finest roe shad could be had for twenty-five cents. And shad nets were knit by hand.
Word Of The Day