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It was quite in keeping with what he knew that Jimmie's note had been written at the instigation of Kid Bedloe himself and that he was to be led out here where Kid Bedloe and Ed might be in waiting for him. It was quite possible, even probable. But he thought it more than likely that for once Jimmie Clayton was acting in good faith.
It was as though she intended to remain there, and had abandoned all intention of returning to the life which apparently she had once permanently and definitely chosen.... Bedloe Hubbell's campaign was another topic.
But the sight of that congregation this morning, mixed as it was, and the way he managed to weld it together." "Ah, you noticed that!" she exclaimed sharply. "Noticed it!" "I know. It was a question of feeling it." There was a silence. "Will he succeed?" she asked presently. "Ah," said Bedloe Hubbell, "how is it possible to predict it?
And United States Deputy Marshal Comstock listened throughout with the same mild interest, merely asking questions, offering no opinions. "One last question," he said finally. "If you had a guess who'd you say was the bad man this county wants?" "If any stock's missing from my range," was the blunt answer, "I'd look up the Bedloe outfit."
But he shot the Kid in the arm, takin' them chances as cool as an icicle; an' when the Kid dropped his gun an' then grabbed at it with his other hand, Buck shot him in the left arm the same way. An' then, using his hands, he threw him out. An' I don't believe Charley Bedloe more'n got on his hands an' knees outside! An' then somehow Buck has a gun in each hand, and has stepped outside, too.
He had been persecuted in the days of the Popish plot for manfully saying what he thought, and what every body now thinks, about Oates and Bedloe. Since the Revolution he had put his neck in peril for King James, had been chased by officers with warrants, and had been designated as a traitor in a proclamation to which Marlborough himself had been a party.
In the midst of the hubbub thus produced, an abnormally tall and lanky fellow known as "High" Bedloe pushed up to the bar and made an effort to speak, and finally did say solemnly: "Gen'lmun, Steve, say, gen'lmun, do'n' less mix our drinks!" This was received with boisterous delight, in which Bedloe could not see the joke, and looked feebly astonished.
The first to greet him, when he entered his office, was one who, unknown to himself, had been fighting the battle of the God in Christ, and who now, thanks to John Hodder, had identified the Spirit as the transforming force. Bedloe Hubbell had come to offer his services to the Church. The tender was unqualified. "I should even be willing, Mr.
The Bedloe boys hated him as keenly as did Pollard, and they were not the kind to miss an opportunity like this to "break even" with him.
I belonged to the privileged class, I had sufficient money to live in comparative luxury all my days, I had no grudge against these men whom I had known all my life." "But it must have had some beginning," said Alison. "I was urged to run for the city council, by these very men." Bedloe Hubbell smiled at the recollection.
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