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"Jeptha Atterson was no fool," interrupted Pollock. "I can't understand his giving an option on the farm, with all this talk of the railroad crossing the river." "But, Mr. Pollock!" exclaimed Hiram, eagerly, "you must know all about this option. You signed as a witness to Uncle Jeptha's signature." "No! you don't mean that?" exclaimed the farmer. "My name to it, too?" "Yes.
The more he milled over the thing in his mind, the less he understood why Uncle Jeptha, who was of acute mind right up to the hour of his death, so all the neighbors said, should have neglected to speak about the option he had given Pepper on the farm. And here they were, right in the middle of the Spring work, with crops in the ground and as Mrs.
Foremost on the roll of those who have won a distinguished position in the telegraphic history of the West, is the name of Jeptha H. Wade, until recently president of the Western Union Telegraph Company, and who still, although compelled by failing health to resign the supreme executive control, remains on the Board of direction, and is one of the leading spirits in the management. Mr.
Colonel Jeptha Harrington himself had left town with the beginning of winter. It was said he intended to make an extended trip in Europe. With his departure, a new Mr. Baker seemed to spring into existence.
Hiram bore a note to the woman who had promised to care for the Atterson place, and money to pay her what the boarding-house mistress had agreed. "You can 'bach' it in the house as well as poor old Uncle Jeptha did, I reckon," this woman told the youth.
"Oh, how lovely! May I choose? I know just his favourite colours." As Bobbie took his usual stroll into the stable yard on Monday morning, he was astonished to see Jeptha approaching him with a large box on a wheelbarrow. "Summut for you, Master Bobbie. Come by rail; and there seems to be a deal of moving about and squeaking a-goin' on inside!"
Only one person in Pleasantville had that mixture of lofty command and tragic emphasis, and that was Colonel Jeptha Harrington. As Bart turned, he saw the village magnate ten feet away, planted like a rock, and extending his big golden-headed cane as if it was a spear and he was poising to immediately impale a victim. The colonel's brow was a veritable thundercloud.
"And you are sure Uncle Jeptha gave it for twelve months?" "Twelve months?" ejaculated Pollock, suddenly. "Why no that don't seem right," stammered the farmer, scratching his head. "But that's the way the option reads." "Well mebbe. I didn't just read it myself no, sir. They jest says to me: "'Come here, Pollock, and witness these signatures' So, I done it that's all.
That afternoon Hiram hitched up the old horse and drove into town. He went to see the lawyer who had transacted Uncle Jeptha Atterson's small business in the old man's lifetime, and had made his will Mr. Strickland. Hiram judged that this gentleman would know as much about the Atterson place as anybody. "No Mr.
And therefore it may, and doth often happen in Common-wealths, that a Subject may be put to death, by the command of the Soveraign Power; and yet neither doe the other wrong: as when Jeptha caused his daughter to be sacrificed: In which, and the like cases, he that so dieth, had Liberty to doe the action, for which he is neverthelesse, without Injury put to death.
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