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"Thanks, Cleburn," said Bee; "this is a compliment not likely to be forgotten, coming from you. Then it is agreed, as the Chayman of yo' Committee, that I accede to the request of Mr. Reybold, of Pennsylvania?" "Aye!" from everybody. "And now," said Mr. Bee, "as we wair all up late at the club last night, I propose we take a second julep, and as Reybold is coming in he will jine us."
Cæsar was an acknowledged artist in the mixing of the beverage, and Mrs. Burwell had once exclaimed that "the judge was prouder of Cæsar's fame at the bar than of his own." "It is an art that is becoming extinct, madam," the judge had replied sadly. "I should wager there are more men in the State to-day who can make a speech than can mix a julep. Cæsar's distinction is greater than mine."
With a stealthy look toward Miss Liz's windows he backed into the shrubbery and transferred the julep to a place where it might receive more consideration; then, after doing a few steps of a double-shuffle, he emerged and walked airily to the house. Brent's room was across the hall from Dale's.
When the mint julep was ready, Hobart took it in his hand and retired to a table in the corner of the room, and the man he had met went with him. "Ain't you afraid to tamper with liquor?" asked this person, a little seriously, as he observed the relish with which Hobart sipped the brandy. Some thoughts had occurred to himself that were not very pleasant. "Oh, no. Not in the least," replied Mr.
It was in the promise of this exhilaration that the seductiveness of the dreaded tones lay. Even his kindly old physician, diagnosing the pallor of his cheeks and melancholy in his eyes as "a touch of malaria," added a note of insistence to the voice, as he prescribed that panacea of the day, "a mint julep before breakfast."
The Honorable Jeems Bee, of Texas, sitting in his committee-room half an hour before the convening of Congress, waiting for his negro familiar to compound a julep, was suddenly confronted by a small boy on crutches. "A letter!" exclaimed Mr. Bee, "with the frank of Reybold on it that Yankeest of Pennsylvania Whigs! Yer's familiarity! Wants me to appoint one U U U, what?"
My advice to you is: Stop that sort of joking. It's not a joke to the islanders, as you may find out to your sorrow. Take the tip from me, gentlemen. Let 'em play for pins or peppermint drops, but not for rubies red. Here's your julep, Mr. Saunders. Fresh straw?" "By Jove," said Saunders, taking a straw, and at the same time staring in open-mouthed wonder at the tall host; "you appal me!
Duff had grown superstitious; he came out of the inn door sidewise, that he might always see that moon over his right shoulder for good luck. One morning Andrew Zane appeared at the Treaty House before Duff Salter had taken his julep, after the fashion of malarious Arkansas. "Mr. Salter, it is all over. There is a baby at our house." "Girl?" "Just that!" "I thought so," exclaimed Duff Salter.
Colonel Carvel rose, and with his own hand offered one to Stephen. "Your health, Mr. Brice," he said, "and I hope you will feel at home here, sir. Jackson will bring you anything you desire, and should you wish to drive, I shall be delighted to show you the country." Stephen drank that julep with reverence, and then the Colonel gave him a cigar.
A well known fragrance exhaled upon the tobacco-thickened air. "Shades of the Grail!" cried Bleak. "Mint julep!" The visitor bowed and pushed the glasses forward. "With the compliments of the Corporation," he said. The city editor sprang to his feet. Sagely cynical, he suspected a ruse. "It's a plant!" he exclaimed. "Don't touch it!
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