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Jett lay staring at the small bud of light, no larger than a human eye. It seemed to stare back at her, warning, Now don't you go dropping off to sleep and misbehave again. And holding herself tense against a growing drowsiness, she didn't for fear The morning broke clear, and for Mrs. Jett full of small reassurances.
Here tonight is one of those community policemen, a brave, young detective, Kevin Jett, whose beat is eight square blocks in one of the toughest neighborhoods in New York. Every day he restores some sanity and safety, and a sense of values and connection to the people whose lives he protects. I'd like to ask him to stand up and be recognized tonight.
Jett jumped to her feet with a violent shaking of her right hand, as if to dash off something that had crawled across its back. "Ugh!" she cried. "It flopped right on my hand. A minnow! Ugh!" "A what?" cried Mrs. Peopping, jumping to her feet and her flesh seeming to crawl up. "A minnow. I mean a bug a June bug. It was a bug, Mrs. Peopping."
"Why, Emmy! I just promise a thousand times " and could not go on, working his mouth rather foolishly as if he had not teeth and were rubbing empty gums together. But through her hot gaze of tears she saw and understood and, satisfied, rubbed her cheek against his arm. The rest is cataclysmic. Jett rose at her husband's entrance from her low chair beside the lamp.
Gibson and shields returned this evening having killed a Sandhill Crain only. they had wounded a female bear and a deer but got neither of them. Gibson informed me that the bear had two cubbs one of which was white and other as black as jett. four indians remained with us this evening. I repeeted the Creem of tarter and the onion poltice.
"I'm all right, Henry we've been too happy not to to perpetuate it." This time he did not answer. His cheek was against the crochet of her yoke and she could hear his sobs with her heart. Miraculously, like an amoeba reaching out to inclose unto itself, the circle opened with a gasp of astonishment that filled Mrs. Peopping's O to its final stretch and took unto its innermost Emma Jett.
Jett sat quite unusually forward on her chair at one of the afternoon congresses of the wives, convened in Mrs. Peopping's back parlor, Jeanette Peopping, aged four, sweet and blond, whom the Jetts loved to borrow Sunday mornings, while she was still in her little nightdress, playing paper dolls in the background.
Fernandez and Whiting, auctioneers, New Orleans, in the "Bee," April 8, 1837. "Will be sold Martha, aged nineteen, has one eye out." Mr. Marshall Jett, Farrowsville, Fauquier Co. Virginia, in the "National Intelligencer," May 30, 1837. "Ranaway, negro man Ephraim, has a mark over one of his eyes, occasioned by a blow." S.B. Turton, jailer Adams Co. Miss. in the "Natches Courier," Oct. 12, 1838.
Yet there were cogent probabilities that the assassin had taken this route; far Mosby would have given them the right hand of fellowship. When that guerrilla heard of Booth's feat, said Captain Jett, he exclaimed: "Now, by ! I could take that man in my arms."
He dresses in black and wears long white whiskers, and looks just like a respectable old colored man. This description amused the children very much. "'What's your cat's name? they shouted. "'Jett. What do you call your cats, Jeannette? "'The big one is Boule de Neige and the little one is Jaune Jaquette. "'What queer names! exclaimed Mary Ethel.
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