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He wore a black broadcloth suit, somewhat old-fashioned in cut, and his black velvet waist-coat had suffered an eruption of tiny red satin spots. He had great respect for judicial decorums, and no Kittredge, however youthful, or survigrus, or exalted in importance by habeas corpus proceedings, could "holler" unmolested where he presided. "Mr.
"Well, you see," replied Howard, "I am writing for the masses, and fine writing would be wasted upon them." "You're right," said Jackman, "we don't need literature on this paper long words, high-sounding phrases and all that sort of thing. What we want is just plain, simple English that goes straight to the point." "Like Shakespeare's and Bunyan's," suggested Kittredge with a grin. "Shakespeare?
Then a girl got up from the back row, a girl to whom Katherine Kittredge had once given the title of "Harding's champion blunderbuss." She could no more help doing the wrong thing than she could help breathing. She had begun her freshman year by opening the door into Dr. Hinsdale's recitation-room, while a popular senior course was in session.
He chose this because the librarian assured him that no books were as popular among French convicts as the translated works of Fenimore Cooper. "Good old Stars and Stripes!" murmured Kittredge, but he stared at the same page for a long time before he began to read. And once he brushed a quick hand across his eyes.
"Why do you arrest him? What has he done?" The man from headquarters answered, shrugging his shoulders: "I don't know what he's done, he's charged with murder." "Murder!" echoed the sacristan's wife. "Holy angels! A murderer in my house!" "Take him," ordered the detective, and the two policemen laid hold of Kittredge on either side. "Alice!" cried the young man, and his eyes yearned toward her.
"You'd better get a faster one. Sit down, and let's have it. How are things shaping up in the city?" The big superintendent sat down and found a cigar in an inner pocket of his driving-coat. "We are holding our own, as far as anybody can see," he returned. "That 'as far as anybody can see' is just your weakness, Kittredge," said the chief testily.
She laughed about it as though it were not sad at all. The deaf one has been quite ill recently, and Madam Kittredge is making the prettiest present for her. She says Mrs. Langdon writes regular letters to them both, but Madam Kittredge can reply only by dictation, or by sending little gifts, and she takes the greatest pleasure in doing that.
Kittredge. is there any ketchin' complaint goin' about in the village?" "Well, yes," said the Doctor, "I should say there was something of that sort. Measles. Mumps. And Sin, that's always catching." The old Doctor's eye twinkled; once in a while he had his little touch of humor. Silas Peckham slanted his eye up suspiciously at the Doctor, as if he was getting some kind of advantage over him.
"Why, Jason, is anything the matter?" Minty stopped, breathless, and the joy faded out of her face. Jason continued to whittle in gloomy silence. His hands were almost purple with cold, and the wind flapped his large pantaloons they were Uncle Kittredge's old ones, and Aunt Kittredge never thought it worth the while to consider the fit if they were turned up so that he could walk in them.
"You all know I didn't and if I did, it was in fun." "Never mind, Bob," said Nita, consolingly. "We won't tell any of the Dramatic Club girls about it. We're all sophomores here, but Madeline Ayres, and she's as good as a sophomore; so don't worry. You can trust us." "What I object to," put in Katherine Kittredge, solemnly, "is the principle of the thing.
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