Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
"Captain's compliments, and he will be glad to have the pleasure of Mr Chester's company at dinner." "Tell Captain Brisac with my compliments that I am much obliged for his courteous invitation, which I accept with very great pleasure," I responded, looking up from the "Day's Work" upon which I was busy with my slate and pencil.
The bright cooking-stove, the bird-cage, the little round work-stand, above all, the handsome, cheerful woman, with her household love and genial benevolence, Isabel Chester's mother how vividly the sight of that young minstrel brought all this to her memory.
Of course he had not spoken to him on the subject, and, singularly enough, this was the case with all the officers at the post except Armitage and the commander. It was understood that the matter was in Chester's hands, to do with as was deemed best.
This he brought to bear, and an instant before Dersi's finger pressed the trigger, Chester fired. Dersi fell to the ground with a groan. His revolver exploded as he fell, and the bullet whistled close to Hal's right ear. Quickly Hal jumped to Chester's side and raised his chum in his arms. "Chester! Chester!" he said anxiously. "Tell me, are you much hurt?"
Hutchings plunged straight ahead for 6 yards more, and the ball was then on Chester's 8-yard line. There began to arise a howl for a touchdown as the Chester players braced themselves for the shock. The Harmony line shifted quickly and a double pass was tried. Martin tossed the ball to Hutchings, who shot it toward Oldsmith for a dash upon Chester's 6-yard line.
"Don't forget the bitters." These words kept repeating themselves in Chester's mind long after he had gone to bed in the small room assigned to him by the host of the Travellers' Rest. He slept wretchedly, rose late the next morning, breakfasted, and after ordering his horse to be saddled at nine o'clock, walked to the wharf where lay the mail-boat ready to start down the Ohio.
Yes; Hugh Elston understood, and made his explanations to his companion, who listened attentively and exclaimed at its close: "I am so glad for Chester's and Lucy's sake so glad!" In good time they arrived at the meeting house. The Bishop busied himself with the business before him. The good people of the ward came in, exchanged the usual greetings, then found seats.
And then the leader shook loose his rein, and just touching "Chester's" glossy, flank with the spur, bounded forward at the lope. Out on the sandy barren, winding among the cactus plants, the weary mule-teams with drooping heads were tugging at the traces. Bearded men, some still with coal-blackened faces, rode drowsily alongside the creaking wagons.
She ceased to listen for Chester's coming, but hushing her tread, as if in the close presence of death, crept away to a corner and prayed silently. There are moments in human life when persons linked together in a series of events may form tableaux, which stand out from ordinary grouping, like an illustration stamped in strong light and shadow on the book of destiny.
"Your wife has been entertained at Miss Chester's house. I've seen her there. To-night she refuses to speak to the girl. She cut her dead, and I want to know what it's about." "How should I know?" "If you don't know, I'll ask you to find out." The other shook his head amusedly, at which McNamara flared up.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking