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Without going deeply into the scientific history of the successive steps which led up to the invention of the telegraph, I shall quote a few sentences from a long paper written by the late Professor E.N. Horsford, of Cambridge, Massachusetts, and included in Mr. Prime's biography: "What was needed to the original conception of the Morse recording telegraph?
There were books in a little hanging book-case, books of the 'forties' and 'fifties': "Peter Parley," "The Child's Pilgrim's Progress," "The Dairy-Maid's Daughter," an odd volume of Harper's Magazine containing an instalment of "Little Dorrit," Caroline Chesebro's "Children of Light," and Samuel Irenæus Prime's "Elizabeth Thornton or the Flower and Fruit of Female Piety, and other Sketches."
We found him here, by your orders, striving to entertain these two charming damsels the last thing on earth he is capable of doing, however valuable he may be with orders and correspondence. I heard Mr. Prime's story and at once suggested Colonel Armstrong. I heard Miss Lawrence exclaim at sight of Billy here, and saw a case of old acquaintance and sent for him forthwith.
Have you been there?" "To Alpha Prime's, yes but that's a different world, in a different part of the galaxy. I'm looking forward to seeing yours." "It is a beautiful one, particularly near the Vader clanhome," Kelly said. "As the first clan formed after Overthrow, we took the Shapers' area and they, of course, had chosen one of the best and most attractive parts of the planet."
The troubles of Hannah Prime's life had been very bitter so bitter that she had, as Deacon Pitts once said, after undertaking her conversion, turned from "me and the house of God." A quickening thought sprang up now in the little assembly that she was "under conviction," and that it had become the present duty of every professor to lead her to the throne of grace.
"I hear," remarked Lady Merceron a few days later, "that one of Mr. Prime's friends has left him not Willie's young lady the other." "Has she?" asked Charlie. No one pursued the subject, and, after a moment's pause, Mrs. Marland, who was sitting next to Charlie, asked him in a low voice whether he had been to the Pool that evening . "No," answered Charlie. "I don't go every night."
His response had the bounding quality of a rubber ball. "If you'll sit here and make yourself comfortable, Mr. Dalton, I'll see what I can do." "Oh, it's a beastly hole, Kemp. How can I be comfortable?" Randy, who had come back from the telephone with a look on his face which clutched at Major Prime's throat, caught Dalton's complaint.
Prime's was the only black "claw-hammer" in the room, and therefore conspicuous, and cadets who know a good thing when they see it and many a pretty girl partner, would draw aside to watch the perfection of their step and the exquisite ease with which they seemed to float through space, circling and reversing and winding among the other dancers, he ever alert, watchful, quick as a cat and lithe and strong as a panther she all yielding lissome airy grace.
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