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Lionel Woolley, the manager, with his wife May and their children. Mrs. Woolley is compelled to change her white window-curtains once a week because of the smuts. Mr. Woolley, forty-five, rather bald, frigidly suave, positive, egotistic, and pontifical, is a specimen of the man of business who is nothing else but a man of business.
There was the story of the last great buffalo hunt at Battleford; of his first buffalo hunt when he had broken away from the other hunters in his early boyhood days and the buffalo bull had got him down in a crack of the earth under its feet. And there was the story of his first Synod Meeting, "when A came all wild an' woolley out o' the West! My five brithers were there; they were a' preachers!
The band really stopped this time, and we found a comfortable corner. "That's very jolly of you," I said, as I leant back lazily and happily. "Now let's talk about Christmas." "You're very thoughtful," said Miss Middleton. "What's the matter?" "I am extremely unhappy," I confessed. "Oh, but think of Foster and Hobbs and Woolley." I thought of Foster; I let my mind dwell upon Hobbs. It was no good.
"But I'm not mistaken. The man I mean has lost the tip of his ear, the left one. Somebody bit it off, I believe. Now, have you noticed your chap's ear?" He looked at her acutely, and she colored in hot distress. "I see you have," he said. "I'd ask this Fish person for an explanation, if I were you; particularly as Woolley is supposed to be dead. The police want him pretty badly, you know.
The writing of the above calls to mind another meeting with Uncle Billy of which I had lost sight, the date of which I cannot fix. I think it was in the first half of '60 I met him on the street in San Francisco and our meeting was most cordial. We had a very pleasant street visit and he said to me, "Woolley, I am going home, I shall take the next steamer for New York."
She, too, had celibate rooms in Park Terrace, and it was owing to this coincidence that Lionel had made her acquaintance six months previously. She was not pretty, but she was tall, straight, well dressed, well educated, and not lacking in experience; and she had a little money of her own. 'Well, Mr. Woolley, she said easily, stopping for him as she raised her sunshade, 'how satisfied you look!
Beef, loaf bread, and butter drawn today. Weather continues very cold. Ice in the tub in the hall. A number of vessels came down North River. Mr. Wm. Bayard at the door to take out old Mr. Morris. Prisoners from the Sugar House sent on board ships. Rev. Mr. Hart admitted on parole in the city. Sergt. Woolley from the Sugar House came to take names of officers, and says an exchange is expected.
You expect to live with him permanently, don't you?" "I don't want to discuss this, Dr. Woolley." "But you do expect that, don't you?" "Only as long as we love each other." "Um, well, you might love him for some little time yet. You rather expect to do that, don't you?" "Why, yes, but what is the good of this, anyhow? My mind is made up." "Just the matter of thinking," said Dr.
It is folly to state that a poor lost sinner simply by changing his environment may have his nature changed. As John G. Woolley has said, "it is like a man with a stubborn horse saying, 'I will paint the outside of the barn a nice mild color to influence the horse within." The well on my place in the country some years ago had in it poisoned water.
I had to be content with this scant remnant of the past, and to begin acquaintance with an entirely new set of occupant streets and dwellings. Then I turned to the old and early friends of the past. Some of them kindly called; others, less able, I had myself to seek out. Thus I met, besides Mr. J.S. Johnston, already mentioned, Mr. J.A. Marsden, Mr. Alfred Woolley, Mr. E.B. Wight, Mr. Damyon, Mr.
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