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Peter God held out his hands. "Now I know I need have no fear in sending you back," he said huskily. "You're a man. And you've got to go. She can't come to me, Curtis. It would kill her this life. Think of a winter here madness the yapping of the foxes " He put a hand to his head, and swayed. "You've got to go. Tell her Peter God is dead "

"Let me see," Uncle Robert demanded, taking the paper and examining it. "Yes, it is Dick's handwriting." "But who is Dick?" Mrs. Grantly insisted. "Who is this Dick Curtis?" "Dick Curtis, why, he was Captain Richard Curtis," Uncle Robert answered. "He was Lute's father," Aunt Mildred supplemented. "Lute took our name. She never saw him. He died when she was a few weeks old. He was my brother."

"That you?" gasped Mercer. "Man, I'm in hell! Can't you give me something to put me out of my misery?" Curtis was already at work over him. "No," he said briefly. "I'm going to pull you through. You're wanted." "You lie!" gasped back Mercer, and said no more. Some hours after, starting suddenly from fevered sleep, he asked an abrupt question: "Does my wife know?"

Henry Stanbery, of Kentucky; Benjamin R. Curtis, of Massachusetts; Thomas A. R. Nelson, of Tennessee; William M. Evarts, of New York, and William S. Groesbeck, of Ohio.

"Mother wished them to stay to luncheon, but they had hired such a slow old horse at the station that they thought it wisest to leave in time." "And they have been on the way only a quarter of an hour?" questioned Madge. "I know what I am going to do: I am going to ride Dixie down to the station. I know I can overtake Tom and Mrs. Curtis before their train leaves the station.

'And I may lose my place, muttered Curtis, 'unless, indeed, you would condescend to say a word for me to Mr. Walpole. 'Willingly, if it were of any use, but I think my cousin, Mademoiselle Kostalergi, would be likelier of success, and here she comes.

It is difficult to conceive of a greater tribute to a public advocate than that paid to Wendell Phillips by George William Curtis: "The divine energy of his conviction utterly possest him, and his 'Pure and eloquent blood Spoke in his cheek, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say his body thought."

But my own view is that 1000 59th Street is the last place anyone will think of watching to-night." "Shall I go at once, your ladyship?" said Marcelle, and Hermione said "Yes," with a meekness that was admirable in a wife. Curtis looked at his pretty bride's hat. "I have ordered a meal," he said. "It will be served in a few minutes."

It was the sharp, pale little face that confronted her above the warm wrapper and the rug that covered the lower part of the child's body; for child Mercy Curtis was, and little older than Ruth herself, although her face seemed so old. To Ruth's surprise the first greeting of the invalid was a most ill-natured one.

Justice Curtis and his opinion to this day has never been questioned that citizenship of the United States consequent upon birth in a State is to depend upon the fact whether the constitution and laws of the State make the party so born a citizen of the State. "But that is not all. This first section has another provision.