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"What is it, Dicky?" I entreated, wildly. "Oh! I know something terrible is the matter!" He rose from his chair, and clasped my hands tightly. "I suppose I'd better tell you quickly, dear," he replied. "Your cousin, Jack Bickett, is reported killed." "Killed!" I repeated faintly. "Jack Bickett killed! Oh, no, no, Dicky; no, no, no!"
In the early summer President Wilson telegraphed to Governor Bickett: "I need not point out to you the critical importance of the action of your great State in the matter of the suffrage amendment." The Governor replied in part: "I hope the Tennessee Legislature will meet and ratify the amendment and thus make immediate action by North Carolina unnecessary.
I was more than a trifle upset by her coming, for associated with her were memories of my brother-cousin, Jack Bickett, who had gone to the great war when he had learned that I was married, and of whose death "somewhere in France," I had heard through Mrs. Stewart. "Where is your husband?" Dr.
In introducing the Honorable W.G. McAdoo to an audience of North Carolinians in the Raleigh Auditorium, Governor T.W. Bickett had occasion to refer to the North Carolina trait of stick-to-it-ness.
On the same day Senator Scales introduced the resolution to ratify, which was referred to the Committee on Constitutional Amendments. Within a quarter of an hour the committee reported favorably by 7 to 1 Senator Cloud. This prompt action was said to be not a tribute to Governor Bickett but to Lieutenant Governor Gardner.
His tone was anxious, but there was a note of constraint in it, which I understood even through the returning anguish at Dicky's terrible news, which was possessing me with returning consciousness. He believed that my feeling for my brother-cousin, Jack Bickett, was a deeper one than that which I had always professed, a sisterly love for the only near relative I had in the world.
Dicky's jealousy of my brother-cousin, Jack Bickett; my unhappiness over Lillian Underwood those tempestuous days surely were years ago instead of months. Now Jack was "somewhere in France," and I had a queer little premonition that somewhere, somehow, his path would cross that of Miss Sonnot, the little nurse, who had gone with Dr.
As the words left Miss Sonnot's lips she gazed at me with a half-frightened little air as if she regretted their utterance. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Graham," she said contritely; "you must think I have taken leave of my senses. But I have heard so much about you." "From Mr. Bickett?" My head was whirling. I had never heard Jack speak the name of "Sonnot."
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