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He has, however, much skill in the construction and working out of a story. Biographer and historian, b. at Aberdeen, and ed. at Marischal Coll. there and at Edin., where he studied theology under Chalmers. He did not, however, enter the Church, but began a literary career by ed. a newspaper in Aberdeen.
The only hint for a conjecture is the marginal note of "The Landholder's Assistant," got from Chalmers: "He was, I believe," says the note, "tried and convicted, and finally pardoned by James the Second." This is probably enough.
You might have had some sense and a little consideration. Ask yourself if we are in a position here to entertain visitors. Well, I'm going to make myself very unpopular with this Mr Chalmers of yours. By this evening he will be regarding me with utter loathing, for I am about to persecute him. 'What do you mean? asked Nutty, alarmed.
Smith's hammer stopped, suspended in mid-air. "No; oh, no! I asked Mr. Chalmers and he said better not. So I didn't." Miss Maggie relaxed in her chair, and Mr. Smith's hammer fell with a gentle tap on the nail-head. "But I felt real bad about it when Mis' Benson had been so kind as to offer it, you know. It looked sort of of ungrateful, so." "Ungrateful!"
That's all, sir, and it's not the kind of thing I care to repeat, though of course there may be nothing in it, sir." "No, certainly not, Chalmers, nor does it explain what I'm trying to find out. Thank you." He had preserved an indifferent air, but what the butler had told him was in the nature of a great shock. He felt suddenly quite sick with disillusionment.
Elizabeth looked at him in silence for a moment. 'You're rather splendid, you know, Mr Chalmers. You make a great partner for an adventure of this kind. You're nice and solid. The outhouse lay in the neighbourhood of the hives, a gaunt, wooden structure surrounded by bushes. Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder as she drew the key from her pocket.
The portrait of Dr. Adams hangs on my study wall alongside of the portrait of Chalmers and as I look at his majestic countenance now, I still seem to see him as on that Sabbath morning he stood before us, with the light of eternity beaming on his brow! "That," said Mr. Littell, "is the Harvard Congregational meeting house. They have lately called a brilliant young Mr.
Oh, I know what to do when I see victuals coming toward me in little old Bagdad-on-the-Subway. I strike the asphalt three times with my forehead and get ready to spiel yarns for my supper. I claim descent from the late Tommy Tucker, who was forced to hand out vocal harmony for his pre-digested wheaterina and spoopju." "I do not ask your story," said Chalmers.
"You needn't say any more, Chalmers, I know you would never have acted as you did without a strong reason. I take it you heard something from Miss Rowe when you let her in." "I did, sir, and I was fair paralysed with what she told me. What's more, I could take my oath she's as sensible as you or me, let them say what they will." The old man's habitually wooden face showed deep emotion.
I think that you would see an Englishman die, whether he were your friend or your enemy, very much as you kick a poisonous snake out of your path." "It is quite true," was the calm reply. "But America was once your enemy," she continued, watching Chalmers' powerful service. "With America we made peace," he explained. "With England, never.
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