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Updated: June 2, 2025
First time I met up with Sears was over on the Tonto. He stepped up and slapped my face, in front of a crowd, in the Lone Star. And I took it. But I told him I'd sure see him again, and give him another chance to slap my face. "You see, Panhandle Sears is that kind he's got to work himself up to kill a man.
If we are lucky, we shall discover that the waiter and the steward are identical, in spite of their seemingly different appearance. A rogue, such as this Sears has shown himself to be, would be an adept at disguise." "You are right," I acknowledged. "He has certainly the heart of a criminal. If he had no hand in Mrs. Fairbrother's murder, he came near having one in that of your detective.
She thought of it that night as she sat in meeting. She glanced across at a girl who went to the same school a large, heavily built child with a coarseness of grain showing in every feature and a sense of superiority at once exalted and humiliated her. She said to herself that she was much finer and prettier than Lottie Sears, but that she ought to be thankful and not proud because she was.
I have been friends with other men." "But I have not felt about other men as I do of St. Vincent. We may be truthful, you and I, and forgive the pain we give each other. My opinion counts for no more than another's. Fallibility is the commonest of curses. Nor can I explain why I feel as I do I oppose much in the way you expect to when your great white flash sears your eyes.
Singular good has resulted from it, both to the men and those who join in their devotions. At the conclusion of one of these services, Sears stood up, and with his heart so full as scarcely to allow him utterance, to the surprise of every person there, he addressed most impressively the men who were present.
Bostil gazed at his chief rider. "Wal, I reckon we didn't kill Sears, after all," replied Holley. "I wasn't never sure." "Lord! Cordts an' Sears in camp," ejaculated Bostil, and he began to pace the room. "No, they're gone now," said Brackton. "Take it easy, boss. Sit down," drawled Holley. "The King is safe, an' all the racers. I swear to thet.
Something of the fascination usual with criminals kept him near the scene of his crime, that, and an anxiety to see how Sears would conduct himself in the Southwest. That Sears had followed him to New York, knew his crime, and was the strongest witness against him, was as far from his thoughts as that he owed him the warning which had all but balked him of his revenge.
Statement of grievances presented to General Jones which much displeased Sergt. Keath who threatened to lock up the rooms. Last night Sergt. K. locked up all the rooms. Rev. Mr. Jas. Sears was admitted upstairs. Sent Mr. Pintard a list of clothing wanted for continental and state prisoners in the Provost. Sergt. locks up all the rooms. Oct. 2. Candles ordered out at eight. Not locked up.
A few days after my encounter with the first captain I met the second on the street. He had never come to church, and I stopped and invited him to do so. He replied with simple candor. "I ain't comin'," he told me. "There ain't no gal that can teach me nothin'." "Perhaps you are wrong, Captain Sears," I replied. "I might teach you something." "What?" demanded the captain, with chilling distrust.
This undesirable result, however, can be entirely avoided by having both the pan and the melted fat which it contains, very hot, before the steak, chop, potatoes, or buckwheat cakes are put into the pan. When this is done, the heat of the pan and of the boiling fat instantly sears over the whole surface of the piece of food, and forms a coating which prevents the further penetration of the fat.
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