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And when Whitey told him that the driver thought Bill was playing a joke on him, Dan shook his head solemnly, and seemed almost about to have another spell, and allowed that Bill suttinly wouldn't play no joke o' that kind. Whitey had thought that most fat people were jolly, and was surprised to find Dan Brayton so serious.
From MRS. HELEN C. BRAYTON, of South Carolina, Vice-President of State Board and Lady Manager.
"What ails you, Mr. Holmes!" demanded Brayton, with withering scorn. "I I was trying to get the right position, sir," stammered Greg, reddening. "That isn't the position of even a respectable dromedary, Mr. Holmes," rejoined the cadet corporal crisply. Then he poured a storm of refined abuse upon Greg.
"Brayton, take Prescott and Holmes to room number , will you?" asked Mr. Edwards without looking up. Dick and Greg followed their conductor outside and into another subdivision of barracks. Mr. Brayton kept on until he had reached the top flight, where he threw open a door. "Step in here, Mr. Prescott and Mr. Holmes," ordered the cadet corporal stiffly.
But Tom fled, blushing, and opened his letter when he was at a safe distance. "Carlton Ives, Thomas' brigade." "In hospital, Major, but I'll take the letter to him. He's in my company." "Stephen Brayton, Lane's brigade." There was a silence for a moment, and then some one said: "Dead, at Antietam, sir." The major put the letter on one side, and called: "Thomas Langdon, the Invincibles."
I want you to go to Brayton's and get white-and-gold jars that will look well in the dining room Brayton knows my tastes. Besides this, he is to have two rose pots of old Wheldon ware for me they will contain electrically lighted flowers like old-fashioned bouquets.
Stand erect, with your heels together, and your toes pointing out at an angle of sixty degrees. Stand erect. Throw your shoulders back, your chests out and hold your heads up. This is called 'the position of the soldier. Stand as I do." Corporal Brayton favored his awkward squad with a profile view of himself, as he took the exact position of a soldier.
Near the watch lay a crumpled and soiled piece of paper, and as Whitey glanced at it his own name caught his eye. Surprised, he picked the paper up and read it through before he realized what it was Bill Jordan's letter to Dan Brayton, of the T Up and Down, the letter Whitey had delivered. It ran: Friend Dan Whitey Sherwood, the kid what fetches this here letter, is tired uv school.
Suddenly something in the text suggested a thought that made him start and drop the book for the third time to the side of the sofa, whence, escaping from his hand, it fell sprawling to the floor, back upward. Brayton, half-risen, was staring intently into the obscurity beneath the bed, where the points of light shone with, it seemed to him, an added fire.
Resolved, That the daily session of this Board be suspended on the day of the funeral of the deceased. Resolved, That a copy of the above resolutions be transmitted to the family of the deceased, by the Secretary. H. F. Brayton. If there be a business man in Cleveland without an enemy, we think it must be H. F. Brayton.
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