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Just new variations of public animosity and domestic misfortunes. Have you read this Overman business?" "I haven't." "It's a case or a hard-working, thoroughly respectable man who, for no reason that is known, suddenly shoots down his wife and children in cold blood, and then blows his own head to smithereens." "But of course there was a reason," I said; "he must have felt that he was justified."
Carlton, the viewer, looked vexed and annoyed; he was asking the overman to send to a mine a few miles off for their engineer. Charlie made his way to the engine, and soon saw what was wrong. It was not much, and he felt sure that if he had the help of a pair of strong arms he could get it into working order. In his excitement he pushed his way to Mr.
"Yes, I thought it quite unnecessary to tell him to drop in any time, unless you wish to let the front room." A tremor of catlike fun slyly played about her mouth. "And yet women have been called fickle. Mr. Overman was no college chum of mine." "No; but he is evidently trying to make up for it now." A low musical laugh seemed to come from the depth of Kate's spirit.
He called Angela, who had wandered away to look at a piece of statuary, and introduced her. "I was just telling your husband how much I like his picture," Overman informed her.
What have you to say to this?" Overman turned his head sideways and pierced Gordon again with his single eye. "Well, I confess you've given me something to think about, and I'm going to the bottom of the subject. You've opened vistas of great ideas. It's the question of the century, the thought that is sweeping life before it.
"Well, about nine, the viewer and underviewer came up with the overman, and stood talking alongside of me, when there came a something sudden and sharp, as tho' one had boxed your ears, and then a 'whiz, whiz, and the viewer stumbled a one side, and cried out, 'God save us! "I hardly knew what had happened till I heard him singing out clear and firm, 'Come here to me, you lads; come here.
How he lost that eye was a secret he guarded with grim silence, and no one was ever known to ask him twice. Though five years older, he was Gordon's classmate at Wabash College. Overman had always scorned the suggestion of an artificial eye. He swore he would never stick a piece of glass in his head to deceive fools.
The second letter had for an instant checked his speculations on this subject, but now he thought of that letter no longer. Besides, the son of the old overman was there, waiting at the appointed rendezvous. The anonymous letter was therefore worth nothing. The moment the engineer set foot on the platform at the end of his journey, the young man advanced towards him.
You know they say the only really happy people at a wedding are the old bachelors." "Then why not?" "I draw the line at the progressive harem idea." "And a bachelor?" Gordon sneered. Overman nodded. "Many things may be forgiven sinners, but a bishop must be the husband of one wife." "I'm not a bishop. I'm a man. I ask no quarter of my enemies." "You have but one enemy.
When Overman reached the house at ten o'clock, clouds had obscured the sun, The air was wet and penetrating, and charged with the premonition of storm. He felt nervous, excited and irritable. The maid showed him into the spacious library, where a cheerful fire of red-hot coals glowed, and his spirits rose. He stood before the fire without removing his top coat, and the maid said: "Mrs.
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