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The deputation entered, some score or so of middle-aged, comfortable-looking persons, who, nevertheless, had their grievance, and considered their own interest, and those of the country, menaced by a certain clause in a bill brought in by Mr. Egerton. The mayor of the town was the chief spokesman, and he spoke well, but in a style to which the dignified official was not accustomed.
"My family are in bed and these street beggars are so little to be relied upon," observed the Mayor, evidently wishing to offer some excuse for his former harshness, without doing so directly; "but this seems a case of real distress." Chester was subdued by this speech. More and more he regretted the excitement of his former language.
In comparison, the Republicans had shown up badly, not a Republican mayor having the courage or interest to give them protection. In fact, she found little in the attitude of the Republicans to offer even a glimmer of hope that they were capable of governing in this crisis.
"I dined," records Sir John, "with the Lord Chancellor, where the Lord Mayor of London was a guest, and some other gentlemen.
I let them put me in for mayor, but I haven't got any more power than a stray dog. This chance to put in a marshal is the first one I've had to land them a kick in the gizzards, and by Jeems River, Seth, I want to double 'em up!" "It looks like your trick, Judge." "Yes, if I had the marshal with me the two of us could run this town the way it ought to be run.
In his distress, the first Gregory had implored the aid of the hero of the age, of Charles Martel, who governed the French monarchy with the humble title of mayor or duke; and who, by his signal victory over the Saracens, had saved his country, and perhaps Europe, from the Mahometan yoke.
The artist drew his tall form up, and remained immovable, with his dark eyes fixed sternly on the Mayor's. Joseph paused irresolute, with the last dying gold of sunset falling on his head, from a neighboring window. The artist glanced from him to the Mayor, and a look of sudden pain swept across his face. It was a strange, jealous pang to strike a man of his age.
"Well?" demanded Mallalieu, nerving himself for what he felt to be coming. "What about it?" "He's met with a bad accident," replied the superintendent. "In fact, sir, he's dead! A couple of men found his body an hour or so ago in Hobwick Quarry, up on the moor, and it's been brought down to the mortuary. You'd better come round, Mr. Mayor Mr. Cotherstone's there, now."
Jennings, when we get a city charter I think I know who will be the first mayor." "Not I, Mr. Leach. My own business is all I can well attend to. Thank you for your compliment, though. Carl, do you see yonder building?" He pointed to a three-story structure, a frame building, occupying a prominent position. "Yes, sir." "That is my manufactory. What do you think of it?"
"Let's not be silly," she replied. "You know what brought me here. I know what brought you. There are three sides, and only one is honest. I hope, so very much, that you are on that side." "Upon my word " began Magee. "Will it interest you to know," she continued, "I saw the big mayor of Reuton in the village this morning? With him was his shadow, Lou Max. Let's see you had the first key, Mr.
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