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Now, Army baseball was the topic. The nine and other members of the baseball squad were practising in earnest. Durville had been chosen to captain the nine. Though there was some mighty good material in the nine, neither the coaches nor Durville were wholly satisfied. "Holmesy," broached Durville plaintively one day, "you play a grand game of football."
He corroborated all that the class president had just narrated. "May I now make a motion, sir?" demanded Durville, turning finally toward the class president. "Yes," nodded Cadet Douglass. "Mr. Chairman, I move that the first class, United States Military Academy, remove the Coventry and the silence that have been put upon our comrade, Mr. Richard Prescott.
She's got a cheek of her own to show herself here, don't you think?" Marie-Claire whispered an extraordinary piece of news into Durville's ear: "They say he committed suicide. Well, there's not a word of truth in it He didn't commit suicide at all. And the proof of it is that he is being buried with the rites of the Church." "What then?" inquired Durville.
Under the great void reserved by the height of the roof for the upward flight of prayers the motley crowd of human beings was huddled together like a flock of sheep. They were all there, at the foot of the catafalque surrounded by lights and covered with flowers, Durville, old Maury, Delage, Vicar, Destrée, Léon Clim, Valrosche, Aman, Regnard, Pradel, Romilly, and Marchegeay, the manager.
Lieutenant Denton glanced in sheer dismay at the "cit." clothes worn by Durville. "Sir," began Dick huskily, "I regret being obliged to report that I just discovered Mr. Durville entering the sub-division in citizen's dress." "Have you any explanation to offer, Mr. Durville?" asked Lieutenant Denton in his official tone. "None, sir." "Very good, Mr. Durville.
"Who is taking the part of Florentin?" inquired Durville of Romilly. "Regnard: he'll be no worse in it than Chevalier." Pradel plucked Trublet by the sleeve, and said: "Dr. Socrates, I beg you to tell me whether as a scientific man, as a physiologist, you see any serious objections to the immortality of the soul?" He asked the question as a busy and practical man in need of personal information.
Regarding these "vital radiations" issuing from the body, a number of interesting experiments were undertaken in this connection in Poland, Paris and elsewhere. M. Durville obtained imprints of hands, from which emanated streaks of light, as though the hands were radio-active; indeed in no other way can we account for these results.
"Say, do you know, I'm growing almost sorry for the poor beggar and his long, bitter dose." "After what he did to you?" demanded Jordan with instant scorn. "Durville, I thought you a man of spirit." "May a man of spirit forgive his enemy, especially when he sometimes doubts whether the other fellow really is an enemy?" demanded Durville. "Oh, he may, I suppose," replied Jordan, his lip curling.
But look at them, look at them!" Durville was becoming almost ventriloqual in order to seem more solemn and more virile: "Peace, the abolition of the combined martial and civil law, and of conscription, higher pay for the troops; in the absence of funds, a few drafts on the bank, a few commissions suitably distributed, these are infallible means." Madame Doulce entered the box.
As soon as the band stopped the corps yell rose, with the names of Durville, Prescott and Holmes, and of Carter whose batting luck had played such a part in the eighth. But, by the time that the corps yell rose the Army nine was nearly off the field. "Listen to the good noise, old ramrod," glowed Greg.
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