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Kendricks's little society verses and short stories? What would become of Conrad and his good works?" Those named grinned in support of Fulkerson's diversion, but Lindau and the colonel did not speak; Dryfoos looked down at his plate, frowning. A waiter came round with cigars, and Fulkerson took one.
He was drenched through, but steaming with sweat as if he had ridden long and hard. Shouting above the roar of the storm, he said: "Doctor Conrad is here, is he?" "He is what of it?" said my father. "Tell him he's wanted and must come away with me at once." "Who says he must?" "Lord Raa. His lordship is dangerously ill. He wishes to see the doctor immediately."
"Oh, I say, Roland," protested Conrad Kurzbold, "don't mar a jovial evening with a note of tragedy. It's bad art, you know." Kurzbold was one of the three actual sword makers, and had been president of the guild until he gave place to Roland. He was the oldest of the company; an ambitious man, a glib talker, with great influence among his fellows, and a natural leader of them.
Then the wind blew, and blew his little hat off his head and far away, and Conrad was forced to run after it, and when he came back, her hair had been put up a long time, and he could get none of it, and so they looked after their geese till evening came. But in the evening after they had got home, Conrad went to the old King, and said, "I won't tend the geese with that girl any longer!"
And then he said softly and much moved: "How kindly he looks at me!" "Yes, he is a kind master." Then joy slowly entered the heart of the poor sinner. The world is beautiful. People are good. Life is everlasting. And the Heavenly Father reigns over all. . . . The warder looked at his watch. "It is time to return." Conrad was taken back to his cell.
He is insufferable now, and if he wins the prize he will be worse than ever." Prospect Pond was a little distance out of the village. It was a beautiful sheet of water, and a favorite resort for picnic parties. Conrad Carter, Valentine Burns, and two or three other boys and young men had boats there, and a man named Serwin kept boats to hire. But the best boats belonged to Valentine and Conrad.
"You have won, Conrad," said the young man, good-naturedly. "Here is the prize." Conrad pocketed the bill with a good deal of satisfaction. "I will row you any day," he said. Walter Gale shook his head. "I must wait till I have improved," he said, "or you will beat me every time." Conrad would much prefer to have beaten Andy, but the two dollars gave him not a little satisfaction. "Mr.
Disputes continually arose between them, and Conrad, who had preserved so much good order among his followers during their passage, was unable to restrain their indignation when they arrived at Constantinople.
"Yesterday evening, as he left this castle, on the way to his own home, a man suddenly sprang out upon him before the Porta Petruccia: it was one of Andre's favourites, Conrad of Gottis chosen no doubt because he had a grievance against the incorruptible magistrate on account of some sentence passed against him, and the murder would therefore be put down to motives of private revenge.
I guess that's what we'd better do, Hard, leave you here and I'll walk." "How far is it?" asked Mrs. Conrad. "Oh, twenty miles, maybe. It cuts off a good deal." "You shan't walk twenty miles on a rough trail, my dear man, if I can prevent it," said Clara, firmly. "You and Polly must ride, and I'll stay here with Henry. Now, please! I'm at home in this country and I'm not afraid."
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