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"Yes, at the end of a month or so, and it won't do for Butler to stay much longer in the valley. He knows it, and will leave in a day or two." "But why speak of waiting a month before they can be taken, when thirst and starvation will bring them to terms in a couple of days at the most?" "It will, eh?" said Worrell, contemptuously.
"She mistrusted that villain from the first, and gave us the alarm just in time to save ourselves." Having reached the spot for which he set out, the question with the youth was whether he should stay where he was or go further. He had seen nothing of Lena-Wingo and Worrell a disappointment in both cases, though of a different nature.
On Jan. 4, 1913, a delegation from the Wilmington club was granted a hearing before the Charter Commission and asked for a clause in the proposed new city charter giving Municipal suffrage to women. Nine of the ten commissioners were present and arguments were presented by Miss Worrell, Mrs. Margaret H. Kent, Mrs.
He soon received a gash in the cheek, which compelled him, with a loud yell, to relinquish his purpose, and return hastily to Chillicothe, where, he gave an exaggerated account of the fierceness, strength, and courage of the 'long knife squaw!" Another. The subject of this anecdote was a sister of General Isaac Worrell. She died two or three years since in Philadelphia.
She is young: I could kneel to her. Do you know a Major Worrell? 'Worrell? no. 'He is a-calls himself a friend of my of Captain Marsett's. He met us out one day. 'He permitted himself to speak to Miss Radnor? She rejoiced in Dartrey's look. 'Not then. First let me tell you. I can hardly tell you. But Miss Radnor tells me you are not like other men. You have made your conclusions already.
"Such was the preface of a shower of blows, which suddenly broke the rest of the defenceless Worrell. Half stunned, astounded, almost paralyzed, he heard, as if in a terrible dream, the threats which accompanied the merciless blows of the assailant. "'I've got you! Sleep again, will you? I'll kill you, you hold fool!
I don't believe he has any idea of trying to run into Wilkesbarre while it is day, but is getting up some plan for stealing in at night with her." "It does look that way, which means our waiting in some place of hiding till the time shall come to make the attempt." "And this isn't much of a hiding-place, when the minute I climbed a tree I was seen by Worrell, there."
You are waiting to hear what I have to tell. That man Major Worrell has tried to rob me of everything I ever had to set a value on: love, I 'd say; he laughs at a woman like me loving. Dartrey nodded, to signify a known sort of fellow. 'She came here. Mrs. Marsett's tears had risen. 'I ought not to have let her come. I invited her for once: I am lonely. None of my sex none I could respect!
"In my young days, a number of the immediate heirs of the original proprietors were resident here; and among them this Major Worrell, whose estate has since been purchased by the government. He was a little, nervous, black-haired bachelor, who shared his chamber with a favorite black Newfoundland retriever, named Carlo.
And when Washington was compelled to retreat before a superior force, she concealed her brother, General Worrell when the British set a price on his head in a cider hogshead in the cellar for three days, and fed him through the bung-hole; the house being ransacked four different times by the troops in search of him, without success. She was above ninety years of age at the time of her death."
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