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Lindsey led her up the steps of the door, Violet and Peony looked into his face their eyes full of tears, which froze before they could run down their cheeks and again entreated him not to bring their snow-image into the house. "Not bring her in!" exclaimed the kind-hearted man. "Why, you are crazy, my little Violet! quite crazy, my small Peony!
It was the grief of this regiment, and especially of the men directly under his leadership, that Captain Henry Lindsey was not made a Major for the Nineteenth. No more capable or more popular officer than Lindsey ever followed an Indian trail across the Plains.
Gilbert came next he would get the title, in any case and we earnestly pressed Sir Alexander to make a will. And he was always going to, and he never did and he died intestate, as you know. And at that, of course, Sir Gilbert Carstairs came forward, and " "A moment," interrupted Mr. Lindsey. "Did anybody know where he was at the time of his father's death?"
The session lasted only three weeks, and terminated on Tuesday, the 11th of July. It was purely a session of emergency, and the legislation was confined to relieving the banks from certain penalties which the crisis had threatened to impose upon them. Mr. Charles Lindsey, in his pamphlet on "The Clergy Reserves: their History and Present Position;" appendix, p. i.
So much so, that I quit branding my stock. I preferred leaving them unbranded, for everything with my brand on would be taken by the Indians. I know it has been reported that the emigrants were very rich. That is a mistake. Their only wealth was in cattle and teams. The people were comfortably dressed in Kentucky jeans and lindsey, but they had no fine clothing that I ever saw.
The police officials nodded in silence. "And so there's where things are," concluded Mr. Lindsey. "You've two dead men on your hands, and you know nothing whatever about either of them!" He began to put back the various boxes and parcels into the chest as he spoke, and we all looked at each other as men might look who, taking a way unknown to them, come up against a blank wall.
I LIKE them all, but I LOVE Rose." Sir Mortimer rubbed his soft head against Polly's pink cheek. "That means that you do, too," said Polly. "Tell us a story," said Lena Lindsey, and her brother echoed her words. "Oh, Rob, what shall I tell? Lena wants a fairy tale, and you wouldn't like that; boys never do," said Polly.
The common-sensible man placed the snow-child on the hearth-rug, right in front of the hissing and fuming stove. "Now she will be comfortable!" cried Mr. Lindsey, rubbing his hands and looking about him, with the pleasantest smile you ever saw. "Make yourself at home, my child."
Lindsey having made both swear solemnly that they would not divulge one word of what had happened, nor reveal the fact that I was alive, to any living soul but Andrew Dunlop, who, of course, could be trusted. And my mother agreed, though the proposal was anything but pleasant or proper to her. "You're putting on me more than any woman ought to be asked to bear, Mr.
It's my impression that Crone was probably mixed up with some gang, and that his death arose out of an affray between them." "That's probable," answered Mr. Lindsey. "There was trouble of that sort some years ago, but I haven't heard of it lately. Certainly, it would be a good thing to start the idea in Murray's mind; he might follow it up and find something out."
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