United States or Zimbabwe ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Then, with a little gesture, she said: "Perhaps you think what is down there is dreadful to me. It isn't. I shall always remember that little lake, almost as Donald remembers the cavern not because it watches over something I love, but because it guards a thing that in life would have destroyed me!

There had been many rumours and wranglings among the chiefs at night, a council of war was fixed for this morning, and no one knew what it was all about. There had been great doings overnight in the town, and he, Donald, had stood guard at the Prince's lodging. "She dinged 'em a', as I tell't ye she would," he said.

Black Donald went on slowly sipping his egg-nog, filling up his goblet when it was empty, and looking at Capitola over the top of his glass. At last he said: "I have been watching you, Miss Black." "Little need to tell me that," said Cap. "And I have been reading you." "Well, I hope the page was entertaining." "Well, yes, my dear, it was, rather so. But why don't you proceed?"

To the left, but nearer, was the smaller town of Moreno, for which they were headed. Between the two towns, and coming directly toward them, was a band of galloping horsemen, probably one hundred or more in number. "Great Scott!" was Billie's ejaculation as he caught sight of the horsemen, "they're coming right at us." "I believe you are right," from Donald. "They seem to be on this very road."

She bought bank stock only last week; gave all the money she'd made on her pickles for ten years, and when she found the bank had failed, she went out of her head. I've been there to-day and she didn't know me." "Who sold her the stock?" "A broker named Gilson." "It was my stock," Donald cried "Of course she's got to be paid back! And all the rest of them.

The delegation was nominally united for him, but fourteen of the number were friends of Senator Cameron, and were at heart hostile to Governor Curtin. Mr. J. Donald Cameron, son of the senator, appeared in person as a contesting delegate. The State Convention had assumed the authority to name the delegates from the several Congressional districts. Mr.

"There are five houses wrecked," said Bigger, "and every one of them the house of a man in sympathy with reform and liberty and the Union." Donald and Matier exchanged glances. "They were well informed," said Donald. "They knew what they were at, and where to go." "They say," said Bigger, "that the leaders of the different parties had papers in their hands with directions on them.

He had a rod and a string, and he threw his line peautiful. It wass a great peety he had no hook, for it iss a want, and you do not catch many fish without a hook. But I shall be glad that you are pleased, sir, and all the elders." These were only passing incidents, and left no trace, but the rebuke Donald gave to Burnbrae will be told while an elder lives.

I was ready to square myself for Lafayette." A lot of good football stories have been going the rounds, some old, some new, but none of them better than the one Barkie Donald, afterward a member of the Harvard Advisory Football Committee, tells on himself, in a game that Harvard played against the Carlisle Indians in 1896.

At length the fluctuating groups began to swim before the eyes of our hero as they gradually closed; nor did he re-open them till the morning sun was high on the lake without, though there was but a faint and glimmering twilight in the recesses of Uaimh an Ri, or the King's Cavern, as the abode of Donald Bean Lean was proudly denominated.