United States or Turkey ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !


"Come in," said a voice. Stratton crossed the threshold, instinctively removing his hat. As he remembered it, the room, though of good size and comfortable enough, had been a clutter of purely masculine belongings. He was quite unprepared for the colorful gleam of Navajo rugs, the curtained windows, the general air of swept and garnished tidiness which seemed almost luxury.

It disclosed a clutter of old household stuff: some strings of pop-corn and dried apples and herbs hanging from the rafters, and a lot of faded garments, suspended from nails. She tried on an old-fashioned poke-bonnet, looked at herself in a bit of cracked mirror that leaned against a wash-stand, and laughed at the odd picture she made.

He knew that and reminded himself that he should be grateful for it, but like any social creature he needed a mind stuffed with clutter to have the equilibrium that would deliver him from being random movements of an unstable, empty vessel lost at sea and unto itself.

Ben Kelham had bought her a finger-napkin ring of dull gold; through it he had forced some flowers, and sent it along. She held it tight in her hand for a moment, then deliberately and ostentatiously laid it amongst the clutter on the table, whilst her grace peeped from behind the newspaper which she was reading in bed.

"Oh, did you bring any letters for me?" she cried eagerly. He held out the two he had kept in his hand. "Oh, goodness, Nat only from mama and Lutie Bissell. You excited me so!" He spread a tarpaulin amid the clutter amidships and they sat down.

The more you worry about it, the more " "But wait till I tell you! That day I went to town, and you came on home, I got drunk as a fool, Ches. I don't know what all I did, but I know " "Well, I know more about it than you do, I reckon," Mason cut in dryly. "I was told five different times, by one stranger and four of these here trouble-peddlin' friends that clutter the country.

The new position also gave him a view of several things that held his attention. First there was the clutter of stones around him. Then his eyes swept upward to the ledge whence he had come rolling down how far? He calculated the distance curiously. Eighty feet a hundred, surely. How did he come to be still alive? he wondered. And Trixy! Where was she.

"Kill him, and you shall have the consulate next year!" said Commodus. "Be killed, and there will be one useless bastard less to clutter up the curia!" A flush of anger swept over the senator's pale face. For a moment he looked almost capable of lunging with the spear at Commodus but Commodus was toying with the javelin.

Because of Hispanic Betty, who was ripe for servitude no less than a virgin for plucking, she could dispense with such trivial clutter. She could spend her time on the meditation of the entity, which always gave her tokens of appreciation in the form of unique perspectives concerning her world.

The strong, hard, masterful, and domineering face of Bully Presby arose before him as from the darkening shadows of the room, and it seemed triumphant. He lifted his head suddenly, thinking, in his superacute state of mind, that he had heard a noise. He must have air! The assay office, with its smell of nitric acid, its burned fumes, its clutter of broken cupels and slag, was unbearable.