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Updated: June 13, 2025


"Why, Jack Kimball, what are you thinking about?" and she laughed airily. "If you want to finish the impression we started the other day, just take another ride with me. No, Jack, my dear boy, I am very much all right, and very much obliged. But I must hurry off. Whatever will my little brown Wren think of me?" She stepped into the car. "Good-by, girls," she called.

When he had to leave her, with the two children, he said as he was passing away: "Grace, I know you will bring them up rightly plainly and honestly." Plain in character, upright and fair, the two children had grown, but, in personality, nothing could make either Jack or Cora Kimball "plain." They were just simply splendid.

There was something so compelling in the look that flashed briefly in the naval officer's eyes that Miss Peddensen lost color, and stammered: "No-o-o, certainly not; if such silly things interest you." "They interest me very much indeed," murmured Kimball, thrusting "composition" and sketches inside his blouse.

Then in the story "Through New England," it was Cora who was hidden away by the gypsies, and what she endured, and how she escaped were assuredly wonderful. There were brothers and friends of course, Jack Kimball being the most important person of the first variety, while Walter Pennington and Ed Foster were friends in need and friends indeed.

The college has in its gift the Alice Freeman Palmer Fellowship, founded in 1903 by Mrs. David P. Kimball of Boston, and yielding an income of about one thousand dollars.

Red Kimball's confederate spoke loudly, harshly: "But who killed Red Kimball and his pard and the stage-driver, if it wasn't Brick Willock?" "I think it was Red Feather's band. I'm witness to the fact that Kimball agreed to bring Mr. Gledware the pearl and onyx pin on condition that Mr. Gledware appear against Brick. After Mr.

The young man read it hastily, then turned to Bill. His face wore a decidedly puzzled look. "I don't understand," he said. "Neither do I," returned Bill rather blankly. "I guess if there is to be any setting down, it's Brick that needs a chair." The telegram was as follows: "The second you get this, hide for your life. Red Kimball says he can prove everything. Will explain in letter. "Lahoma."

"I have always noticed that that sort of girl is the greatest schemer." "To leave her car out on the road, and then boldly ask Jack Kimball to go with her to fetch it. Who ever heard of such a thing? I wonder Cora tolerates her." "Cora is what some people call `easy, " said Daisy with uncertain meaning. "She takes her chances in choosing friends." "Did they fetch the car back?"

Red Kimball watched her with the same sidewise attention, but his face was brooding, his half-veiled eyes were red and threatening. What would happen in the nighttime as the stage pursued its lonely way across the bleak prairie? Since Red Kimball meant to appeal to the law in his revenge against Brick, there was no danger of his transgressing it openly.

"Maybe you'll have a gasolene dream." They went into the house, where dinner was waiting for them. The meal was a simple one, although the means of the little family were ample for a most elaborate affair. But Mrs. Kimball preferred the elegance of simplicity. Mrs.

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