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More than ten years ago, President Hadley of Yale was aware of the stirrings of this movement, when he said, "The influence of the public sentiment of the graduates is so overwhelming, that wherever there is a chance for its organized cooperation, faculties and students... are only too glad to follow it."
"I should say so, Bill," said Hadley, nodding. "Then here goes." In a few seconds they had loosened the mustangs and had sprung upon their backs. "Now, go!" exclaimed Mosely, in a energetic whisper.
Sir Lionel and the old gentleman were at variance. We allude to the old gentleman at Hadley: with the other old gentleman, of whom we wot, it may be presumed that Sir Lionel was on tolerably favourable terms. Might not she be the means of bringing the two brothers together?
Without a moment's hesitation, she resolved to see him, and turning to the gentleman, from whom she averted her face, while reading, to conceal her feelings, she said, deeply blushing as she did so: "Mr. Hadley wishes me to see him, and directs me to place myself under your guidance. Will you be so kind as to show me the way to him?"
Out rung the Hadley bells, the happy marriage-bells. And when should bells ring so joyously? Do they not give promise of all that this world knows of happiness? What is love, sweet pure love, but the anticipation of this, the natural longing for this, the consummation of our loving here?
A wreck; eh? Pity the poor sailors that come ashore in such a blow!" Having given the alarm, Blake turned back to join his chum and the others of the theatrical colony. "We may need all three cameras," he reasoned; "it is such a good chance we don't want to risk it on one film." Blake found Mr. Hadley and his chum, with the theatrical manager and the male members of the company, ready to set out.
Boyce, why leave yourself out?" "I beg pardon, ma'am?" She made an impatient sound. "And what do you think of my hero?" "I wonder who the gentleman was, ma'am," Harry said. Her eyes fought a moment more with his bland, meaningless face. "Faith, I think he's a fool for his pains," said she. "Grateful woman," Hadley grunted. "Humph. Spretae injuria formae, ain't it, Mr. Boyce? Give miss a construe."
He shook his head negatively. "No, not wide enough. If that print were a yard wide, I should take all you have." "Oh, that's a yard," replied Mr. Newt; "certainly a full yard." He looked around inquiringly, as if for a yard-stick. "Where is the yard-stick?" asked Mr. Hadley. "Timothy!" said Mr. Newt to the boy, with a peculiar look. The boy disappeared and reappeared with a yard-stick, while Mr.
"Value it, quotha! Ay, by the spoonful. You ha' never known how to drink since they weaned you. And you, Mr. Boyce, d'ye never smoke a pipe over your Latin?" "I hope I know my place, Mr. Hadley," Harry said solemnly. Charles Hadley stared at him. "Hear the Scripture, Mr. Boyce: 'What shall it profit a man though he gain a pretty patron and lose his own soul?"
That other battle comes later. But with all and all we could live and laugh, and I still bless the men, Reed and Hadley and John Mac and Pete, whose storm cave was near mine. Without the loud, cheery laugh from their nest I should have died. But nobody said "die." Troop A had the courage of its convictions and a breezy sense of the ludicrous.
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