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Crowder farewell and stood holding his hand in mine, he smiled, and said: "That's right. Look hard at me; study every line in my face, and then when you see me again you will be better able " "Not a bit," said Mrs. Crowder. "He is just as able to judge now as he will be if he stays away for twenty years."
"Shut the transom," says I to Crowder. "I'm under no pledge, I say," shouted Farwell, "and I do not compound felonies. You're not conducting my campaign. I'm doing that, and I don't conduct it along such lines. It's precisely the kind of fraud and corruption that I intend to stamp out in this town, and this is where I begin to work." "How?" said I. "You'll see and you'll see soon!
That was just so plumb foolish that I began to laugh at him; and when I got to laughing I couldn't keep up being angry. It was ridiculous, his childishness and suspiciousness. Right there was where I made my mistake. "All right," says I to Bob Crowder, giving way to the impulse. "He's the candidate. Tell him." "Do you mean it?" asks Bob, surprised. "Yes. Tell him the whole thing."
The Colonel extricated himself from his perilous plight, by dint of herculean strength, and started to pursue them, but they had disappeared from sight in the vicinity of Crowder & Fancett's lumber yard. Things have come to a pretty pass, we must say, if such a dastardly outrage as this should be allowed to go unpunished.
Not only his patience with the recalcitrant lock, but his clothes showed it dusty, carelessly fitting, his collar too large for his neck, his cravat squeezed up into a tight sailor's knot and shifted to one side. He was Charlie Crowder, not long graduated from Stanford and now a reporter on the Despatch, where he was regarded with interest as a promising young man.
Crowder, contrary to his expectations, found Pancha in high good spirits. When a piece failed she was wont to display that exaggerated discouragement peculiar to the artist. Tonight, sitting in front of her mirror, she was as confident and smiling as she had been in the first week of "The Zingara." "I'm glad to see you're taking it so well," he said. "It's pretty hard following on a big success."
She forgot her promise to Crowder, her pledged word, everything, but that there was a way to end the racking scene. Holding to the hand that thrust her aside she said softly: "There's a punishment coming to him that's better than anything you can give." His glance shifted to hers, arrested. "What you mean?"
These malefactors suffered on the 20th of May, 1728; Rawlins being twenty-two, Ashley, twenty-six; Rouden, twenty-four; Benson, twenty-four; Gale, seventeen; Crowder, twenty-two; Toon, twenty-five; Hornby, twenty-one; Sefton, twenty-six; and Nichols, forty years of age. See page 463. The Lives of RICHARD HUGHS and BRYAN MACGUIRE, Highwaymen and Footpads
They felt rather peevish, for they had come to regard Pancha Lopez as a permanent institution devised for their amusement. They no more expected her to fail them than the clock in the Ferry Tower to be wrong. Charlie Crowder heard it at the Despatch office next morning Mrs. Wesson, who picked up local news like a wireless, met him on the stairs and told him.
He was, however, a little short on livestock having only nine goats and kids and two hogs. Crowder came to Virginia in 1619 and became interested in a group ground clearing project across the water as early as April, 1622. He reported that "six of his family did help to cleere that grounde."
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