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Updated: May 29, 2025
Once into the street he walked quickly into Sum Fat's, and told the Celestial that he had taken a billet at 'thirty bob' a week on a newspaper. 'Wha' paper? inquired Sum Fat, who was squeezing a nasty-looking adipocerous mass into fish-balls for his boarders. 'The Trumpet-Call. 'That's a lotten lag, if you li. It close on banklupt this long time. Denison assented cheerfully.
The banner was the gift of Miss Lotten von Kroemer, a pioneer suffragist of Sweden, and the flag of the resident Atlantic, Gulf and Pacific Tea Co., U. S. A. A suffrage song written by K. G. Ossian-Nillson and the music composed by Hugo Alfven for the occasion was sung by the Women's Choir of Göteborg, after which an official delegate of the Government extended its greeting while the audience rose and the flags of the nations waved from the galleries.
'You won't get him out. 'Lucky I met Bob Lotten. I told him he hadn't any business impounding water for his idiotic trout without rebuilding the dam. 'How far up is it? I've only been there once. 'Not more than four miles as the water will come. He says he's opened all the sluices. She had turned and fallen into step beside him, her hooded head bowed against the thinning rain.
You'd better get Mus' Sperrit to take the law o' Lotten an' 'is fish-pond. 'No, thanks. I've trouble enough without that. 'Hev ye? Mr. Sidney grinned. 'How did ye make out with those two women o' mine last night? I lay they fought. 'You infernal old scoundrel! Midmore laughed. 'I be an' then again I bain't, was the placid answer. 'But, Rhoda, she wouldn't ha' left me last night.
On a background of lovely scenery this week will stand out in our memory as one long summer day with a long, long evening full of silver light.... During the carriage drive generously provided by Miss Lotten von Kraemer our hearts were gladdened by the many expressions of sympathy we met on our way, from the dear old women, who waved their handkerchiefs and their aprons, down to small girls by the side of their mothers.... Especially the day at Upsala, by invitation of its suffrage society, will not be forgotten.
It was a sodden note which ran: 'Dear Rhoda Mr. Lotten, with whom I rode home this afternoon, told me that if this wet keeps up, he's afraid the fish-pond he built last year, where Coxen's old mill-dam was, will go, as the dam did once before, he says. If it does it's bound to come down the brook. It may be all right, but perhaps you had better look out.
Coxen's old mill-dam is likely to go, they say. Come out! 'I told 'em it would when they made a fish-pond of it. 'Twasn't ever puddled proper. But it's a middlin' wide valley. She's got room to spread.... Keep still, or I'll take and duck you in the cellar!... You go 'ome, Mus' Midmore, an' take the law o' Mus' Lotten soon's you've changed your socks. 'Confound you, aren't you coming out?
"S'pose you lie allee same as Johnson," suggested Li with equal cheerfulness. "He foolee you with lotten stuff you foolee Mellikan man, allee same." "Take this to Mrs. Martin," he said, handing it to the boy; "and mind you keep clear of the schoolhouse.
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