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It was then that Amedee made the acquaintance of one of his comrades he no longer went to M. Batifol's boarding-school, but was completing his studies at the Lycee Henri IV named Maurice Roger. They soon formed an affectionate intimacy, one of those eighteen-year-old friendships which are perhaps the sweetest and most substantial in the world.
A young man deserted his wife and three children and eloped with an eighteen-year-old girl who had made his acquaintance in a street car flirtation. He had been "an obedient boy with good principles," and his later record showed steadiness and ability; but he and his wife had been drifting apart their marital relations had not been "quite the same" as formerly.
The oldest girls are eagerly perusing the financial reports, for a certain young man remarked last Sunday night that he had taken a flyer in Q., X. & Z. Willie, the eighteen-year-old son, who attends the New York public school, is absorbed in the weekly article describing how to make over an old skirt, for he hopes to take a prize in sewing on graduation day.
For the past few weeks the hero-contestant had been an eighteen-year-old coal miner from Pennsylvania. There was nothing unusual about him, except for one thing: he had become interested in the mining of precious stones, and from there he had studied their history. He was an expert on historical gems.
A certain settlement worker in New York City in charge of a club of fourteen- to eighteen-year-old boys tried to arouse an interest in literature, using one plan after another without success. Finally the class undertook to read Julius Caesar with the object of selecting the best parts and acting them out in public.
The uncle had provided the matriculation fees and the books, besides recommending the boy to a former sailor comrade. When Don Esteban died very suddenly, his eighteen-year-old son was still studying in the university. In his latter days the notary had begun to suspect that Ulysses was not going to be the celebrated jurist that he had dreamed.
It did not know that he had injured his second wife as badly as he had wronged his first with this difference, however, that his first wife was a lady, while his second wife, Noreen, was a beautiful, quick-tempered, lovable eighteen-year-old girl, a graduate of the kitchen and dairy, when he took her to himself. He had married her in a mad moment after his first wife Mrs.
Since the name he bore was as highly honored as any in the State, and since his capabilities for earning a living were not greater than those of an eighteen-year-old boy, he was obliged to rely upon his wits. And his wits had become uncommonly keen. The winter climate of New Orleans drew thither a stream of Northern tourists, and upon these strangers Mr.
Dutifully it went, though the soul of the eighteen-year-old Damaris was far away, started once more on an anxious quest. She heard the loose shingle shift and rattle under Faircloth's feet as he swung down the near slope to the jetty. The sound pursued her, and again she was overtaken overwhelmed by foreboding and desire of flight.
It was a prayer to an unknown God, in words that were meaningless, disjointed things. It was a soul crying out to its source, a soul struggling towards the throne of Eternal Justice, through a darkness lit only by a sister's love and the gratitude of an eighteen-year-old boy saved from shameful death. The commands of the sergeant of the guard could be heard as sentries were changed.
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