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Updated: June 23, 2025
Some compromise was imperative which would save her the pleasure of Mr. Cresswell's company and at the same time leave open a way of fulfilling the world's duty to this black boy. She thought she had found this compromise and she wrote Mrs. Grey suggesting a chain of endowed Negro schools under the management of trustees composed of Northern business men and local Southern whites. Mrs.
Then Bles sat down beside Zora, facing the fields, and gravely took her hand. She looked at him in quick, breathless fear. "Zora," he said, "sometimes you tell lies, don't you?" "Yes," she said slowly; "sometimes." "And, Zora, sometimes you steal you stole the pin from Miss Taylor, and we stole Mr. Cresswell's mule for two days."
Julian was naturally inclined to be wild. He has an ardent nature, and five years ago, when he was a mere boy, might have fallen into a thousand follies. Cresswell's influence first kept him from these follies, and at last taught him to loathe and despise them. And Julian, remember this, told Cresswell at last that he had been to him a sort of saviour. You can follow me?"
Caroline Wynn, seeing the rocks for which her political craft was headed, adroitly steered several newspaper reports into the waste basket, but Stillings saw to it that a circumstantial account was in the Colored American, and that a copy of this paper was in Congressman Cresswell's hands.
We may discover on close acquaintance that one is more likable than we first supposed; and if that is impossible, then we learn to keep our dislikes to ourselves." The dining-hall was rapidly filling. Landis Stoner and Min Kean came in among the last, the former taking her place at Miss Cresswell's table, sitting beside Elizabeth.
Cresswell's voice. Forgetting her informal attire, she opened the door, fearing some mishap. Mrs. Cresswell poured out the news. Zora received it in such motionless silence that Mary wondered at her want of feeling. At last, however, she said happily to Zora: "Well, the battle's over, isn't it?" "No, it's just begun." "Just begun?" echoed Mary in amazement.
The Judge felt impelled to be over-gruff. "Get a lawyer," he ordered. "Your honor, my case is simple, and with your honor's permission I wish to conduct it myself. I cannot afford a lawyer, and I do not think I need one." Cresswell's lawyer smiled and leaned back. It was going to be easier than he supposed. Evidently the woman believed she had no case, and was weakening.
"It's the only information you will get from this source for twenty-four hours." "But I don't understand, it is undoubtedly Miss Cresswell's handwriting." "And 'Belocity' is as undoubtedly your telegraphic address. This paper," he went on, "was taken from a drunken tramp 'hobo' you call 'em, don't you?" "Where?"
The newly elected Judge had not yet taken his seat, and Cresswell's word was still law in the court. He whispered to the Judge. "Case postponed," said the Court. The sheriff scowled. "Wait till Jim gets on the bench," he growled. The white bystanders, however, did not seem enthusiastic and one man he was a Northern spinner spoke out plainly. "It's none o' my business, of course.
The blood rushed to Cresswell's face. "Well, you will drop this bill and the Civic Club from now on." "Why?" "Because I say so," he retorted explosively, too angry to explain further. She looked at him a long, fixed, penetrating look which revealed more than she had ever seen before, then turned away and went slowly up-stairs.
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