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Purdon informed me in a barely audible whisper, "In the corner cupboard at the head of the stairs," and I flew down the hallway. I returned with a bottle, evidently of great age. There was only a little brandy in the bottom, but it whipped up a faint color into the sick woman's lips.
First Aunt Emma wouldn't speak to her sister because she'd married the man she'd wanted, and then when Aunt Emma made out so well farmin' and got so well off, why, then Mrs. Purdon wouldn't try to make it up because she was so poor. That was after Mr.
James Purdon, 33 Commons street, N.O. "New Orleans Bee," Feb. 13, 1838. "Ranaway, Jackson, has lost one of his front teeth." Mr. Robert Calvert, in the "Arkansas State Gazette," August 22, 1838. "Ranaway, Jack, 25 years old, has lost one of his fore teeth." Mr. A.G.A. Beazley, in the Memphis Gazette, March 18, 1838. "Ranaway, Abraham, 20 or 22 years of age, his front teeth out." Mr.
He had directed that his collection of art objects be removed to the museum, and that the house and such portion of its contents as the museum did not care for be sold for the museum's benefit. I had already notified Sir Caspar Purdon Clarke of the terms of the will, and the museum's attorney was present when it was read.
It was of four lines, and surprisingly enough from old Mrs. Purdon, who asked me abruptly if I would have my husband take me to see her. She specified, and underlined the specification, that I was to come "right off, and in the automobile." Wondering extremely at this mysterious bidding I sought out Paul, who obediently cranked up our small car and carried me off.
Occasionally, in walking unsuspectingly along one of our leafy lanes, some such fiery geyser of ancient heat uprears itself in a boiling column. I never get used to it, and started back now. "Why, I never heard of that before, and I've known your Aunt Emma and Mrs. Purdon for years!"
Ev'leen Ann responded with a detached air, as though speaking of a matter in China: "Well, it ain't any more than what he should. She was awful good to him when he was little and his father got so sick. I guess 'Niram wouldn't ha' had much to eat if she hadn't ha' gone out sewing to earn it for him and Mr. Purdon."
"He won't be too hard on us, Tom," said Mr. Power persuasively. "Father Purdon? Father Purdon?" said the invalid. "O, you must know him, Tom," said Mr. Cunningham stoutly. "Fine, jolly fellow! He's a man of the world like ourselves." "Ah,... yes. I think I know him. Rather red face; tall." "That's the man." "And tell me, Martin.... Is he a good preacher?"
Purdon had had his stroke of paralysis and they'd lost their farm and she'd taken to goin' out sewin' not but what she was always perfectly satisfied with her bargain. She always acted as though she'd rather have her husband's old shirt stuffed with straw than any other man's whole body. He was a real nice man, I guess, Mr. Purdon was."
The secretion was more abundant during the night, and at one time in its course an erysipelas-eruption made its appearance. A complete cure ultimately followed. Purdon describes an Irish married woman of forty, the subject of rheumatic fever, who occasionally had a blue serous discharge or perspiration that literally flowed from her legs and body, and accompanied by a miliary eruption.
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