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A man coming north and a horse going east endeavored to cross the street at a given point, at one and the same moment. It proved an impossibility, and they er intersected." "Dreadful!" cried Miss Maddledock. "It so impressed me, else I had not dared to risk your Honor's displeasure by pausing to unharness the man." Mrs.

"That will do, Wobbles and yet, stay. Did you ask his name?" "Yezzur. Hi did, zur, and 'e says, sezee, 'Chops, sezee, 'you need more salt, sezee, 'go back to the gridiron, sezee." "Well, that's curious," said Mr. Maddledock; "was he sober?" "'E 'med be in cups, zur, but they be quiet uns."

"I think you'll have to grant the motion, Emily, my dear," said Mr. Maddledock, fixing his gray eyes upon his daughter in a way that always riveted hers upon him and drew her mind after them to the complete exclusion of everything except what he intended to say. "Mr. Torbert's defense strikes me as all we could demand.

They took him off, and I, having made myself somewhat more presentable than I was, called a carriage and am here." Then turning to Miss Maddledock he smilingly continued: "I now move, please your Honor, for the dismissal of the indictment against me on the ground that the evidence does not show any offense to have been committed."

Maddledock, as he glanced at the scrawl upon the bit of cardboard and bowed to his daughter, "and with the approval of the prosecutor, I am constrained to ask the Court's consent to a further violation of the Prandial Code. I don't know whether the punishment for leaving the table before the dinner is concluded is greater or less than for a tardy appearance, but I fear I must risk it."

Emily's face flushed, and had any one been looking at her intently he might have had his doubts whether or not that was the time. She did not answer, however, and before any one had begun the conversation anew, Wobbles entered with a card upon his tray which he delivered to Mr. Maddledock. "Since your Honor is so indulgent," said Mr.

If the 'dread angel, as you call him, happens to look your way and fancies you, why, off you go plunk! like a frog in the pond." Mrs. Throcton had scarcely concluded this genial doctrine before the belated guest, all bows, smiles, and graceful attitudes, was rendering homage to Miss Maddledock. "Sir!" she said, "you will kindly observe that my aspect is severe.

As I recall the step now, it seems to me that it was merely a habit. I think he took a long and then a short step, long and short, long and short." "Um," said Mr. Maddledock. "Just as he approached the crossing where the accident occurred he turned his head, and I don't think I ever saw a more Mephistophelean countenance.

Directly over his left cheek-bone there is a long rectangular mole " "Yes! yes!" cried Emily. "I remember. Why, father " Mr. Maddledock had been sipping his wine. As Emily suddenly looked up and addressed him, he twirled the glass carelessly between his thumb and finger, remarking, as if this were the only feature of the story that at all impressed him, "A mole, did you say? What a monstrosity!"

"Perhaps his business keeps him," said Miss Maddledock amiably. "Ho, ho," chuckled Mrs. Throcton, in her jolly way, "if he depended on that to keep him, he'd be ill kept, indeed." "Why, mamma," said Miss Throcton, reprovingly, "how can you?" "And why not, Nancy, my child? Bless me! how perfectly absurd to think of Torbert, all jewels and bangs, with a business. I'll leave it to Mr.