Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 24, 2025
"Of course, a man can't keep an account of all these little affairs. I did once think I'd keep a list, but I got tired of it after a short time, and gave it up after I'd got up to forty-seven." "Where was you raised, stranger?" asked Mosely. "In Kentucky-glorious old Kentuck! and if there's a man dares to say a word against my State, I'll take his life!" and Bradley sprang to his feet.
She was detached in every way, even from her own property, which was managed by the agent, Samuel Briggs, and was still known as the "William J. Mosely Estate."
The hatred of divorce is all of a piece with the same old habit good people have of trying to mind other people's business for 'em." "But Doctor Mosely says that marriage is a sacrament." "Well, if a marriage like yours is a sacrament, give me a nice, decent white-slave market." "That's the way it seems to me, but the Church, especially our Church, is so ferocious.
"Now," said Mosely, lowering his voice, "if we could get away while they are asleep, there wouldn't be much chance of their knowin' where we were." "That's so, Bill." "Anyway, if we don't take 'em we may be overtaken by the party that we borrowed some gold-dust from." Tom Hadley responded in his customary manner. "And that would be mighty bad luck," continued Mosely, with a shudder.
The trees of the Nickson Plantation hid the house of the proprietor from view; but upon beaching my canoe, a drove of hogs greeted me with friendly grunts, as if the hospitality of their master infected the drove; and, as it grew dark, they trotted across the field, conducting me up to the very doors of the planter's home, where Captain Mosely, late of the Confederate army, gave me a soldier's hearty welcome.
"It's best to be keerful," observed Mosely uneasily. "I should say so," echoed his friend, Tom Hadley. "Right you both are!" said Bradley affably. "I say, Mosely, I like you. You're jest such a sort of man as I am. You'd jest as lieve shoot a man as to eat your dinner; now, wouldn't you?" "If he'd insulted me," said Mosely hesitatingly. "Of course.
Jim was stupefied to find himself once more pilloried and portraited and ballyhooed in the newspapers. But he tightened his jaws and refused to be howled from his path by any coyote pursuit. His next thought was of the New Jersey clergyman who had married him to Kedzie. He motored over to him. Jim had told Dr. Mosely that clergymen ought to keep up with the news.
"It was on our return from a winter's hunting in the neighborhood of Green River, when we received notice that there was to be a grand frolic at Bob Mosely's, to greet the hunters. This Bob Mosely was a prime fellow throughout the country. He was an indifferent hunter, it is true, and rather lazy to boot; but then he could play the fiddle, and that was enough to make him of consequence.
The Signal fell flat and smooth upon the pavement; there was the scraping of many feet as the crowd pushed forward, a mere instant of silence as they read: "The Last Will and Testament of Sarah Hayden Mosely"; then a furious rush for the post office, where every subscriber to the Signal hastily snatched his copy.
After all, the sheriff thought relievedly, Neptune's swift action, actuated by whatsoever motive, had saved the county and himself from a rather frightful episode. Turning to the crowd, he yelled: "Get them dogs started for home! They're goin' plum crazy! Get on your hawse, Mosely! You, over there, with your fist shot up, ride next to me. Mount, all o' you! Mount, I say! No, I'll come last.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking