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Crewe, "don't scratch the varnish. What is it?" Mr. Ball shifted obediently to the rubber-covered step, and bent his face to his patron's ear. "It's railrud," he said. "Railroad!" shouted Mr. Crewe, in a voice that made the grocer clutch his arm in terror. "Don't pinch me like that. Railroad! This town ain't within ten miles of the railroad." "For the love of David," said Mr.
There's a reason why they want this case hushed up, the way they've be'n actin'. I ain't lived in Mercer and Putnam County all my life for nothin'. Hain't I seen 'em run their dirty politics there under Brush Bascom for the last twenty-five years? There's no man has an office or a pass in that county but what Bascom gives it to him, and Bascom's the railrud tool."
"Well, I don't know," continued Mr. Meader, thoughtfully, "the woman here tells me she comes regular in the summer time to see sick folks, but from the way she made up to me I had an idea that she wanted something. But I don't know. Thought I'd ask you. You see, she's railrud." "Railroad!" "She's Flint's daughter." Austen laughed. "I shouldn't worry about that," he said. "If Mr.
It was an absolutely simple case." "Twahn't so much what ye did as how ye did it," said Mr. Redbrook. "It's kind of rare in these days," he added, with the manner of commenting to himself on the circumstance, "to find a young lawyer with brains that won't sell 'em to the railrud.
He's a pretty smooth talker, your fayther. Just dropped in to see how I be, since his son was interested. Talked a sight of law gibberish I didn't understand. Told me I didn't have much of a case; said the policy of the railrud was to be liberal, and wanted to know what I thought I ought to have." "Well?" said Austen, shortly. "Well," said Mr.
I guess I can tell an honest man when I see one. It's treason to say anything against this Northeastern louder than a whisper. They want an electric railrud bad up in Greenacre, and when some of us spoke for it and tried to get the committee to report it, those cheap fellers from Newcastle started such a catcall we had to set down."
Meader had possession of the five senses nay, of the six. Austen sat down beside the bed. "Dr. Tredway tells me you are getting along finely," he said. "No thanks to the railrud," answered Mr. Meader; "they done their best." "Did you hear any whistle or any bell?" Austen asked. "Not a sound," said Mr. Meader; "they even shut off their steam on that grade."
"I have an animus, your Honour," said the witness, quietly. "When the railrud is represented by the kind of politicians we have in Putnam, it's natural I should hain't it?" This answer, although stricken out, was gleefully received. In marked contrast to the earnestness of young Mr. Vane, who then rested, Mr.
"I have an animus, your Honour," said the witness, quietly. "When the railrud is represented by the kind of politicians we have in Putnam, it's natural I should hain't it?" This answer, although stricken out, was gleefully received. In marked contrast to the earnestness of young Mr. Vane, who then rested, Mr.
"Well, I don't know," continued Mr. Meader, thoughtfully, "the woman here tells me she comes regular in the summer time to see sick folks, but from the way she made up to me I had an idea that she wanted something. But I don't know. Thought I'd ask you. You see, she's railrud." "Railroad!" "She's Flint's daughter." Austen laughed. "I shouldn't worry about that," he said. "If Mr.
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