Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
Walk in! Get out of the way there! Have you read the Pirate's Pledge! The Literary Sensation Cash! Cash! Just come and see our wonderful display of newly imported Smith and Robinson, Diamonds and Jewelry, latest and most elegant Use Tompkins's Tooth Powder! Use Tompkins's Tooth Powder!! USE TOMPKINS'S Read the Evening Slop-Bucket! We rake all the mud-gutters!
Was it possible that a reasonable argument could be made against that man's desolating speech? He was burning to hear Barrow try it. He knew how to start him, and keep him going: it was to seem to combat his positions a process effective with most people. "What is it you object to in Tompkins's speech, Barrow?"
A bright fire of pine logs flickered and flamed on the ample hearth. Genevra Octavia Tompkins was Judge Tompkins's only child. Her mother had long since died on the Plains. Reared in affluence, no pains had been spared with the daughter's education. She was a graduate of one of the principal seminaries, and spoke French with a perfect Benicia accent.
"Is it true that Dicky Hill's wooden cider-house is pulled down?" "Oh yes years ago, and Dicky's cottage just above it." "Well, to be sure!" "Yes; and Tompkins's old apple-tree is rooted that used to bear two hogsheads of cider; and no help from other trees." "Rooted? you don't say it! Ah! stirring times we live in stirring times."
But now his way was to the residence of Barry Tompkins, which proved to be a shabby room on the fifth floor of an old building on Broadway; a room serving as Mr. Tompkins's sleeping-chamber by night, and his law office by day. For Mr. Tompkins, though he sought pleasure and forage under the banners of literature and journalism, owned to no regular service but that of the law.
"At Tompkins's I alluz go to him for my Oolong I heard that Doc Crandall won't vote for you after your dead set at the place. He's one of your party, isn't he?" "Yes. The doctor is one of us. Good fellow, too." "And at Brady's, where I get my corn meal, I heard somebody say you've got the Irish down on you." "Oh, I hope not," returned the candidate, cheerfully.
If Jones, who was Tompkins's best man, goes yachting with Tompkins in later days, these two sinners are quite capable of enjoying themselves immensely in the present without raking about among the ashes of the past to seek the reason why Tompkins persisted, in spite of his friends' advice, in making an idiot of himself over that Robinson girl Jones standing by all the while with the ring in his waistcoat pocket.
A cast-off beaver of Judge Tompkins's, adorned by a simple feather, covered his erect head, from beneath which his straight locks descended. His right hand hung lightly by his side, while his left was engaged in holding on a pair of pantaloons, which the lawless grace and freedom of his lower limbs evidently could not brook.
A bright fire of pine logs flickered and flamed on the ample hearth. Genevra Octavia Tompkins was Judge Tompkins's only child. Her mother had long since died on the Plains. Reared in affluence, no pains had been spared with the daughter's education. She was a graduate of one of the principal seminaries, and spoke French with a perfect Benicia accent.
A cast-off beaver of Judge Tompkins's, adorned by a simple feather, covered his erect head, from beneath which his straight locks descended. His right hand hung lightly by his side, while his left was engaged in holding on a pair of pantaloons, which the lawless grace and freedom of his lower limbs evidently could not brook.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking