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Updated: May 16, 2025
Jimmy Reed's little Skye terrier dashed down the street, and a whistle sprang to his lips. How he loved every living creature in the place! For five years he had been one of them, sharing their interests, part and parcel of the life of the community.
"They're regular sharks, those boys," said Larry, who was thoroughly enjoying Mr. Reed's discomfiture. "I think they'd be able to stick Mr. Edison, I'll be blest if I don't." "Nonsense," laughed Bob. "We're only asking about things we don't understand ourselves. You know the did saying, 'a fool can ask more questions than a wise man can answer." "Hey, there, speak for yourself!" exclaimed Joe.
Miss Crane lingered in Mrs. Abner Reed's room later than usual that night. "Virginia," said Mrs. Colfax, the next morning on coming downstairs, "I am going back to Bellegarde today. I really cannot put up with such a person as Comyn had here to tea last night." "Very well, Aunt Lillian. At what time shall I order the carriage?" The lady was surprised.
Reed's bedroom, she said, "Will you go in and bid Missis good- bye?" "No, Bessie: she came to my crib last night when you were gone down to supper, and said I need not disturb her in the morning, or my cousins either; and she told me to remember that she had always been my best friend, and to speak of her and be grateful to her accordingly." "What did you say, Miss?"
Sandy would have endured any discomfort that day in order to add one charm to his personal appearance. He used so many lemons there were none left for the judge's lemonade when he came home for dinner. "Just home from the post-office?" he asked when he saw Sandy enter the dining-room with his hat on. "Jimmy Reed's doing my work to-day," Sandy said apologetically.
At this moment there was a little confusion at the door. A tall, dark-complexioned stranger pushed his way into the court-room. He advanced quickly to the front. "I heard my name called," he said. "There is no occasion to doubt my existence. I am Roland Reed!" The effect of Roland Reed's sudden appearance in the court-room, close upon the doubt expressed as to his existence, was electric.
"It would be about as easy as calling off a flea that was starting on a cross-country journey to the nearest dog. How did you manage?" Reed's brown eyes laughed; but his voice was grave. "I invoked Ramsdell, and he did the deed. From all accounts, he did it thoroughly, for Prather hasn't put his nose inside my room, since the day that Ramsdell escorted him downstairs." "I say!"
Just before the appointed day, Reed's patient died suddenly of heart-disease, leaving a sealed letter on his desk. The doctor, fully alive to the singular opportunity, put the letter in his pocket and hastened to the medium. The magician took it in his hand and pondered. At last he said: 'This was written by a man now in the spirit world. I cannot sense it.
Reed took leave of his friends and sorrowing family and left the camp. The group around my father's wagon were deeply touched by Mr. Reed's narrative. Its members were friends of the slain and of the slayer. Their sympathies clustered around the memory of the dead, and clung to the living.
"Co'nnle Courtland," with an explanatory wave of the hammer towards her companion, who remained erect and slightly stiffened on the cornice, "is no relation to those figures along the frieze of the Redlands Court House, but a No'th'n officer, a friend of Major Reed's, who's come down here to look after So'th'n property for some No'th'n capitalists. Mr.
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