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It was at this time that Marshall and Weimer adopted the plan of raising the gate during the night to wash out sand from the mill-race, closing it during the day, when work would be continued with shovels, etc.
Mother Marshall was not sure, after all, but she ought to have put Bonnie to bed and fed her with chicken broth and toast instead of letting her come down-stairs to eat stewed chicken, little fat biscuits with gravy, and the most succulent apple pie in the world, with a creamy glass of milk to make it go down.
However, Marshall was evidently not within earshot, and they settled down to the serious business of filling their baskets for the church decorations without interference. The primroses grew thickly in a wonderful carpet that spread in all directions, sloping down to a glade where gurgled a brown stream.
"Oh, I'm so glad about Marshall," said the girl; "but poor Tommy, how sorry he'll be!" "See if you can get up, missie," said Kink. "I want to know if you're hurt anywhere." The little girl sat up and then stood up. "I feel all right," she said, "only very giddy." Kink uttered a sigh of relief. "Drink this cold water," he said. "That will make you much better.
The result was that many years later, when, in a great crisis, the supporters of the national government and the leaders of States about to break away from the Union looked to the Supreme Court to decide between them, the voice that came from the august tribunal spoke words which Marshall and Story would never have uttered, but which the champions of the States heard with delight.
Webster had now recovered his composure, and, fixing his keen eyes on Chief Justice Marshall, said in that deep tone with which he sometimes thrilled the heart of an audience: 'Sir, I know not how others may feel... but for myself, when I see my Alma Mater surrounded, like Caesar in the Senate house, by those who are reiterating stab after stab, I would not, for my right hand, have her turn to me and say, Et tu quoque mi fili!
Some class...." And he drifted to sleep. After breakfast Dr. Marshall, who had taken a fancy to Overland, strolled with him over to the bunk-house. Most of the men were on the range. Collie was assembling bits and bridles, saddles, cinchas, and spurs, to complete an equipment for the proposed camping trip in the hills. He was astounded at Overland's appearance.
"What is all this about De Saussure and Marshall?" he asked one day. "They have both gone home." "I know they have; but what sent them home?" "Mamma has been trying to make them go, this long while, you know, papa. She wanted them to go and join Beauregard." "And will they? Is that what they are gone for?" "I do not know if they will, papa. I suppose Mr. De Saussure will." "And not Marshall?"
The news that Marshall Dean had been placed in arrest by order of the commanding officer of Fort Emory, following as it did close on the heels of the tidings of that young officer's prompt and soldierly handling of the crisis at the ranch, made Folsom boil over with wrath. His first word was one of caution, however. "Hush!" he said, "Speak low. Yonder stands his sister.
Possibly, or probably, he had bragged to Clive or Ralph Hammond, his architects, of his clever invention. And the Hammond boys had passed on the information to Judge Marshall, when, after Crain's failure and flight, the house had become the property of the ex-judge. These thoughts rushed through his mind as his flashlight explored the shelf through the tilted opening.
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