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"We will soon have that phase of the case adjusted," observed the professor in a confident and satisfied tone. "Hi, fellows, look there!" shouted Bob Upton. It was two days after the arrival of Samuel Mace, the jeweler, at Bellwood School, and the boys were engaged in their usual late afternoon sports on the campus.
That inimitable artist, Bessie Bellwood, whose native wit is so curiously accentuated that it is sublimated, that it is no longer repellent vulgarity but art, choice and rare see, here she comes with "What cheer, Rea; Rea's on the job." The sketch is slight, but is welcome and refreshing after the eternal drawing-room and Mrs.
He made ungracious replies to questions put to him when Frank tried to interest him, and about two o'clock went over to a vacant seat and curled up in it and went fast asleep. It was about six o'clock when the train pulled into Bellwood. Frank found it to be a quaint, pretty town with delightful country surrounding it.
Bellwood, did hear how my Lord Mayor being invited this day to dinner at the Reader's at the Temple, and endeavoring to carry his sword up, the students did pull it down, and forced him to go and stay all the day in a private Counsellor's chamber until the Reader himself could get the young gentlemen to dinner; and then my Lord Mayor did retreat out of the Temple by stealth, with his sword up.
Somewhat dejected and a good deal tired out, our hero turned his face in the direction of Bellwood Academy. "Wake up, Frank!" Frank, roughly shaken by Bob Upton, sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes drowsily, and for a moment all the strange happenings of the previous night seemed like some dream.
A little distance progressed, however, he thought of the old hut, and made up his mind to see if he could locate it. For the first time since becoming a student at Bellwood Frank wore the light checked suit of clothes, the counterpart of which he had given to Ned. Our hero had a pretty good idea as to the direction of the old cabin.
"Where is she?" gasped Elsie, looking around. "I am sure " She paused in bewilderment, a sudden feeling of terror seizing her. From somewhere in the grove outside the pavilion came a smothered cry of distress. Elsie Bellwood had left Inza standing close to the huge, open window.
A brief editorial note on epistaxis through the eyes, referring to a case in the Medical News of November 30, 1895, provoked further reports from numerous correspondents. Among others, the following: "Dr. T. L. Wilson of Bellwood, Pa., relates the case of an old lady of seventy-eight whom he found with the blood gushing from the nostrils.
It seems that Dan is not as bad as Brady and Jem, who stole it originally, right after I had visited the jeweler's shop. It was left in charge of Grimm, the lawyer. It was given with a sum of money to Jem after he and Dan brought me, supposed to be you, Ned, to the lawyer's office. After they brought me back to Bellwood, Jem and Dan went to the old cabin to settle up. Jem had the real bracelet.
He piled candy and peanuts on him from the train boy's supply, invited him to the farm, and wanted to know Frank's name so he could tell the folks about him. "I am Frank Jordan, live at Tipton, and am bound for school at Bellwood," said Frank. "Hey! how what?" exclaimed the farmer explosively. "You don't mean to say that you're traveling to school, too?" "Yes," replied Frank.
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