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What he does I have not yet found out. He has always shown great respect to me, though why I can not imagine. He has the same timidity of manner which marks Mrs. Compton. His name is Philips. I once asked Mrs. Compton who Philips was, and what he did. She answered quickly that he was a kind of clerk to Mr. Potts, and helped him to keep his accounts. "Has he been with him long?" I continued.
Jones entered, and as she proceeded up the aisle her abounding skirts caught Mr. Potts' hat and rolled it nearly to the pulpit. Mr. Potts pursued his hat with feelings of indignation; and when Mrs. Jones took her seat, he walked back, brushing the hat with his sleeve. A few moments later Mrs. Hopkins came into church; and as Mr. Potts had again placed his hat in the aisle, Mrs.
All the while they were doing this last, the Kentuckian kept turning to look anxiously for any sign of the others, in his heart bitterly blaming himself for having agreed to Potts' coming into the Tulare that day in place of the Kentuckian's own "pardner."
Potts has written" in payment of his account, it might have been otherwise. Mrs. Potts had written. I had Solon's word for it; but that which followed the writing will not cease within this generation or the next to be an affair of the most baffling mystery to our town folk.
Potts felt an indefinable fear stealing over him in spite of himself. He said not a word. "My draft," continued the stranger, in a tone which was still more aggressive in its dominant and self-assertive power "my draft was drawn twenty years ago." Potts looked wonderingly and half fearfully at him. "My draft," said the other, "was drawn by Colonel Lionel Despard."
"I left the Boy and O'Flynn at supper-time and went down to the Little Cabin to " "To see what I was doin' to spy on me." "Well, all right maybe I was spying, too. Incidentally I wanted to tell you the cabin was hot as blazes, and get you to come to supper. I met Potts hurrying up for his grub, and I said, 'Where's Mac? Isn't he coming? and your pardner's answer was: 'Oh, let him alone.
If double that number desire to become members it would be better to organize two companies, to work in different wards." "And how about money? Can't maintain such an organization without money," suggested Potts. "We can raise money for the outfit of leathern buckets and bags by subscription," replied Franklin; "and we can impose a fine upon members for being absent from meetings."
Some vague sort of sound or movement in the room Kaviak on a raid? or wasn't that the closing of a door? "Kaviak!" He put his hand down and felt the straight hair of the Esquimaux in the under bunk. "Potts! Who's there?" He half sat up. "Boy! Did you hear that, Boy?" He leaned far down over the side and saw distinctly by the fire-light there was nobody but Kaviak in the under bunk.
A ruffle of sourness shot over the features of the earl, and was noticed by both eager betters, who exchanged a glance. Potts inspected his watch, and said half aloud: 'Liver, ten to one! That never meant bad luck except bad to act on. We slept here last night, you know. It 's a mile and a quarter from the Royal Sovereign to the field of glory. Pretty well time to start.
John Potts, 15th May, 1779, says "In my last I mentioned some sanguine hopes which I could not help entertaining, from the prospect of an election to be held in the beginning of April, for a new convention, as they call it, in Pennsylvania. Those hopes are now totally destroyed by the efforts of Joe Reed and the violent party.
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