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Of course G.H. Stultz would of had 'em in no time if the panic hadn't saved him. Yes, sir; right then something terrible and unforeseen happened to cause a frightful panic. About five of them jars of preserves blew up with loud reports. Of course everyone's first thought was that a German plot was on to lay Horticultural Hall in ruins with dynamite. It sounded such.
Of course I won't crowd you for that two dollars you promised me for every one that goes out of the hall. You can have any reasonable time you want to pay that," I says. "That's neither here nor there," he says. "Luck's got to turn. The wheel ain't ever been made that could stand that strain much longer." And here Luella Stultz comes up and says Mrs.
He had no idea of what to wear or what not to wear, no idea of the social damnation that lies in tweed trousers not turned up at the bottom, fancy waistcoats, made evening ties, a bowler worn with a black morning coat, or dog-skin gloves. Heinenberg and Obermann of Philadelphia had dressed him till Stultz unconsciously took the business over.
Ruth asked anxiously. "Have no present fear, Fraulein," said the count in German. "He has not yet been allowed to return to his rooms at the hotel in Merz. That is all." "He is a prisoner at the house up yonder, yes?" the major asked, with a shrug. "Not a prisoner. A guest," replied the count. "General Stultz is still friendly.
Stultz when my shooting-jacket was exchanged for a black frock which that artist had pronounced to be "splendid;" neither did she honor me with any of those little attentions to the contents of my portmanteau, and the perfect "getting up" of my white waistcoats and cravats, which made her natural instincts on such memorable occasions.
"And that that the gnädiges Fraulein would not come." "Idiot!" exclaimed Ruth, revealing an excellent semblance of rage. "You have relet my rooms?" "But you may occupy the Herr Hauptman's," burst out the browbeaten Innkeeper. "And where is Captain von Brenner?" It all came out at one gush of chattering information. The captain had been sent for by the Herr General Stultz.
"Yes; and thought him one degree better than Stultz, whom, indeed, I have long condemned, as fit only for minors at Oxford, and majors in the infantry."
"Yes; and thought him one degree better than Stultz, whom, indeed, I have long condemned, as fit only for minors at Oxford, and majors in the infantry."
If she was in Seattle and heard about a new step in San Francisco, she'd be on the train with her instructor in one hour and come back with the new step down pat. She scandalized Red Gap the year she come to visit her married daughter, Lucille Stultz, by introducing many of these new grips and clinches; but of course that soon wore off.
The other guests, young fellows of high fashion, now too much warmed with wine to remember their accustomed Mohican cold-bloodedness those happy debtors to the prowess of a Stultz, and walking advertisers of Nugee take eager part with the opposed belligerents: more than one decanter is sent hissing through the air; more than one bloody coxcomb witnesses to the weight of a candle-stick and its hurler's clever aim: uplifted chairs are made the weapons of the chivalric combatants; and along with divers other less distinguished victims in the melée, poor Sir John Vincent, rushing into the midst, as a well-intentioned host, to quell the drunken brawl, gets knocked down among them all; the tables are upset, the bright gold runs about the room in all directions ha! no one heeds it no one owns it one little piece rolled right up to the window-sill where Roger still looked on with all his eyes; it is but to put his hand in the window is open to the floor nay a finger is enough: greedily, one undecided moment, did he gaze upon the gold; he saw the hideous contrast of his own dim hovel and that radiant chamber he remembered the pining faces of his babes, and gentle Grace with all her hardships he thought upon his poverty and well deserts he looked upon wastefulness of wealth and wantonness of living these reflections struck him in a moment; no one saw him, no one cared about the gold; that little blessed morsel, that could do him so much good; all was confusion, all was opportunity, and who can wonder that his fingers closed upon the sovereign, and that he picked it up?
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