Basil, Reybold noticed a pallor and flush alternately, and she evaded his eye. Once Mrs. Basil borrowed a hundred dollars from Reybold in advance of board, and the table suffered in consequence. "The Judge," she had explained, "is short of taxes on his Fawquear lands. It's a desperate moment with him."

His half-uncle, Gineral Johnson, of Awkinso, was a torkey-killer of high celebrity. He was a Deshay on his Maw's side. I s'pose you haven't the torkey in the Dutch country, Mr. Reybold?" "Madame," said Reybold, in a quieter moment, "have you written to the Judge the fact of his son's death?" "Oh, yes to Fawquear." "Mrs. Basil," continued the Congressman, "I want you to be explicit with me.

Reybold," she would say, "you commercial people of the Nawth can't hunt, I believe. Jedge Basil is now on the mountains of Fawquear hunting the plova. His grandfather's estate is full of plova." If, by chance, Reybold saw a look of care on Mrs. Basil's face, he inquired for the Judge, her husband, and found he was still shooting on the Occequan. "Does he never come to Washington, Mrs.

His half-uncle, Gineral Johnson, of Awkinso, was a torkey-killer of high celebrity. He was a Deshay on his Maw's side. I s'pose you haven't the torkey in the Dutch country, Mr. Reybold?" "Madame," said Reybold, in a quieter moment, "have you written to the Judge the fact of his son's death?" "Oh yes to Fawquear." "Mrs. Basil," continued the Congressman, "I want you to be explicit with me.

Basil, Reybold noticed a pallor and flush alternately, and she evaded his eye. Once Mrs. Basil borrowed a hundred dollars from Reybold in advance of board, and the table suffered in consequence. "The Judge," she had explained, "is short of taxes on his Fawquear lands. It's a desperate moment with him."

Reybold," she would say, "you commercial people of the Nawth can't hunt, I believe. Jedge Basil is now on the mountains of Fawquear hunting the plova. His grandfather's estate is full of plova." If, by chance, Reybold saw a look of care on Mrs. Basil's face, he inquired for the Judge, her husband, and found he was still shooting on the Occequan. "Does he never come to Washington, Mrs.

The Judge never writes to me but he says: 'Tryphonee, be careful that you impress upon my daughter the importance of the military profession. My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother married into the army, and no girl of the Basil stock shall descend to civil life while I can keep the Fawquear estates."

The Judge never writes to me but he says: 'Tryphonee, be careful that you impress upon my daughter the importance of the military profession. My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother married into the army, and no girl of the Basil stock shall descend to civil life while I can keep the Fawquear estates."