Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 1, 2025
He was a tall, stout man, with a red handkerchief tied around his neck, and with copper buckles on his shoes, so that Barnaby True could not but wonder whether he was not the very same man who had given the note to Miss Eliza Bolles at the door of his lodging house. "'Tis all right and straight as it should be," the other said, after he had so glanced his eyes over the note.
Brother Bolles, on coming to the city, first proceeded to liquidate the indebtedness of two hundred dollars on the Church, and then entered upon a protracted meeting, which resulted in an extensive revival.
John Bolles, one of the later leaders of the sect, declared the Congregational Sunday to be "a great Idol in this Country, and all the Religion built on the Holiness of the pretended Sabbath is Hypocrisy and further that it is contrary to Scripture, for Christians to exercise Authority over one another in matters of Religion."
"Only hear 'em!" said Drake. "All full of silver and Merry Christmas. Don't gaze at me like that, Bolles, or I'll laugh and give the whole snap away. See him come! The old man's breath streams out so calm. He's not worried with New England conscience. One, two, three" Just before the sleigh came opposite, Dean Drake stepped out. "Morning, Uncle!" said he. "Throw up your hands!"
"It regards some literary compositions of yours to which I have taken exception." "Compositions?" "Yes. Two anonymous letters. But before we discuss them we'll wait for our friend Bolles." McQuade signified that this was agreeable to him. All the same, he glanced uneasily at the man near the door. Bennington had not made the slightest sound after taking his chair.
They were scarcely birds of a feather, Drake and Bolles, yet since one remote roof was to cover them, the in-door man was glad this boy-host had won so much good-will from high and low.
So help me, if you do not withdraw that, I'll kill you here and now!" It was the first time Bennington had spoken. "Bolles," said McQuade, "did you sell a lie to me?" Bolles eyed Bennington, who had pushed Warrington out of the way and was moving toward him. He saw death on Bennington's face. Warrington again interposed, but John swept him aside with ease.
"Breakfast will brace you up, Bolles. There'll be a cabin pretty soon after we strike the other road. Keep thinking hard about coffee." "I wish I could," said poor Bolles. He was forgiving himself less and less. Their start had been very early; as Drake bid the school-master observe, to have nothing to detain you, nothing to eat and nothing to pack, is a great help in journeys of haste.
They were standing around the faro table; the two roulette wheels were going, and the Klondike machine spun ceaselessly. There were a dozen stacks of chips in front of Bolles. He was smiling, flushed with triumph and whisky. "Three hundred to the good, old boy!" he said to the man who spun the ivory ball. "I'll break you fellows to-night." "Bring Mr. Bolles another whisky," said the proprietor.
He slammed the door with ostentation and dropped with a loud laugh into his seat. "First smart thing I've known him do," said Drake to Bolles. "I am disappointed." Two buccaroos next left the room together. "They may get lost in the snow," said the humorous Half-past. "I'll just show 'em the trail." Once more he rose from the dinner and went out.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking