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But I understand that you are not really interested. I will spare you, and drop the subject. Please do not take it in that way. I only Go on, Barnabas: go on. FRANKLYN. Our program is only that the term of human life shall be extended to three hundred years. SAVVY. Our election cry is 'Back to Methuselah! HASLAM. Priceless! Lubin and Surge look at one another. CONRAD. No. We are not mad.
Another of the daring riders of the Pony Express was Robert Haslam. He says: About eight months after the Pony Express was established, the Pi-Ute war commenced in Nevada. Virginia City, then the principal point of interest, and hourly expecting an attack from the hostile Indians, was only in its infancy.
Vexation was stamped upon the dainty face, with its soft brown eyes, as she raised her veil. "Ah! I have it," said Haslam, who would have gone to great lengths to drive that vexation away. "A bicycle! This section teems with bicycle shops. We can hire a tandem. It's a good thing we're both expert bicyclists."
Collins used the occasion as an opportunity for proving that the Church in England was a Protestant Church more than nine hundred years before the Reformation; while the zeal of Mr. Haslam led him to an unfortunate attempt at restoring the oratory.
We had met at twelve o'clock, and after four hours were still in the heat of conflict. At last, to conclude this extraordinary meeting, one of the Clergy rose and said that he felt it was his painful yet necessary duty to propose that "a vote of censure be passed on Mr. Haslam." It was not seconded, and so fell to the ground.
Burge conveys an impression of shining like a church window; and Haslam seizes the nearest library chair on the hearth, and swings it round for Burge between the stool and Conrad. He then retires to the window seat at the other side of the room, and is joined by Savvy.
His costume does not differ otherwise from that of the President and the Accountant General; but its color scheme is black and white. He is older than the Reverend Bill Haslam was when he wooed Miss Savvy Barnabas; but he is recognizably the same man.
They were still standing upon the stairs, heedless of the confusion of vocal sounds that arose from the lobby strollers, from the boys selling librettos, from the people returning from the vestibule in a thick stream, from the musicians afar in the orchestra, tuning their instruments, from the many sources that provide the delightful hubbub of the entr'acte. "Hush!" said Amy to Haslam.
Haslam, who has nothing clerical about him except his collar, and wears a snuff-colored suit, smiles with a frank school-boyishness that makes it impossible to be unkind to him, and explodes into obviously unpremeditated speech. HASLAM. I'm afraid I'm an awful nuisance. I'm the rector; and I suppose one ought to call on people. HASLAM. Oh, I don't mind that, if you don't.
Amy tore open the envelope. "Why," she said to Haslam, "this was sent to-day from Philadelphia to me at the Catskills, and my cousins have had it repeated back to me. And look it's signed by you." "I surely didn't send it." But there was the name beyond doubt, "Henry Haslam, M.D." "This is a mystery to me, I assure you," reiterated the doctor. "But not to me," cried Amy.
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