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The editor stared blankly as if not wholly awake. "Good God!" he cried, "are you Saylor?" "Yes why not?" The editor made no answer, but continued staring. "I passed the night there it seems," said Saylor. "They say that things were uncommonly quiet out there," the editor said, trifling with a paper-weight upon which he had dropped his eyes, "did anything occur?" "Nothing whatever."
He walked up and shook hands and says: 'I'm Bradley Clay. I says: 'Dang it, I can't help it. He kinder stiffened his back, then he laffed and says: 'Mr. Saylor, there is a stock sale down at Paint Lick Saturday; come down; you might get some good cattle and sheep cheap for your fine pasture lands. I says: 'All right, young feller, I'll be thar.
He expected to see some of the Saylor family seated beyond the railing, but again was disappointed; nor did he find them after a search through the corridors and public offices. He then went into the county clerk's office and began making an abstract of the Brock title. At noon when he returned to the court room they were in the trial of the Saylor case.
Judge Dobson at first demurred, but finally consented when his colleagues explained what efficient service Saylor had rendered as a member of the Judiciary Committee, saying: "I ought not to do it, but his neighbors will soon find out what he knows and leave him alone; he will not have opportunity for much harm."
Grandpa Saylor stopped off at Pineville and spent a day or two on the head of Straight Creek with his former neighbors. The old home place was occupied by Jim Helton, who, when he sold his land to the coal company, moved into the Saylor house. He spent a day with the Heltons; he even visited the old cliff-house still and at twilight started down the creek for Pineville.
Catt in the fight for the emancipation of women. Her husband, in spite of his distinguished air and faculty as a personal press agent, was slowly losing his identity. He was not infrequently referred to, particularly in Washington, as the husband of Mrs. Rosamond Clay Saylor. On the way home from his visit.
Saylor and Caleb, mounting their horses rode over Saylor's three hundred-acre survey and examined the two coal banks on the property; which only a short distance from the house had been opened and worked about twenty feet into the mountain, for home consumption.
She also asked that he come and see them before their removal and gave the new home address. He intended riding over to Straight Creek before they moved, but court was in session and he was very busy. When he did make the trip, he found the house deserted. He saw no member of the family until the February term of the Bell Circuit Court, which Saylor and his wife attended for his retrial.
"Ma questo e ignorato dalla folla la quale continua a protestare. "Alle finestre si affacciano vari ufficiali e sventolano bandiere italiane; poi il maggiore Saylor accenna a parlare. "Si fa un gran silenzio.
They spent several days visiting up the creek and in old Pineville. One night they called at Cornwall's hotel. Little was said about the trial, though Mrs. Saylor shed a few tears and called Cornwall a good boy. As usual, the old man did most of the talking. "Well, young man, how are you coming on up to Harlan Town.
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