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Hallowell," he said hoarsely, "please to name those you wish to serve on the committee." Mr. Hallowell waved his arm to include every one in the room. "Everybody will serve on the committee," he declared. "Everything is to be open and above-board. The whole city is welcome on the committee. I want this to be above suspicion." "That is my wish, also, sir," said Vance stiffly.
Part of the ORIENT's main-mast was picked up by the SWIFTSURE. Captain Hallowell ordered his carpenter to make a coffin of it; the iron, as well as the wood, was taken from the wreck of the same ship; it was finished as well and handsomely as the workman's skill and materials would permit; and Hallowell then sent it to the admiral with the following letter: "Sir, I have taken the liberty of presenting you a coffin made from the main mast of L'ORIENT, that when you have finished your military career in this world you may be buried in one of your trophies.
Tell your other man to jot down anything from that sending, if any comes. Now," he turned to Hallowell, "I want to see your managing editor." The three took the subway to City Hall Square. The managing editor received Darrow with much favor as the vehicle of a big scoop brought in far enough ahead of going to press to permit of ample time for its development. "Now, Mr.
And so Hallowell knew he had scattered his words on fertile mental soil. And yet Harlan would not have taken the trail that led to the Rancho Seco had not the killing of his friend, Davey Langan, followed closely upon the story related to him by the marshal.
Tempus fugit, which reminds me of a story "Billy" Hallowell once told at a meeting of the American Bar Association in Minneapolis, in 1906. Hallowell was perhaps the most brilliant after-dinner speaker I have ever heard with the possible exception of W. D. Evarts. I shall never forget the speech that Evarts made during the second Blaine campaign. But I digress. Your critic, Mr.
They saw a city of four million people stopped short on its way home to dinner! They saw a city, miles in extent, set back without preparation to a communication by messenger only! They saw a city, unprepared, blinking its way by the inadequate illuminations of a half-century gone by! Hallowell found a packed mass of humanity at the bridge.
The little boy came out from a far corner where he had been examining dusty treasures on his own account and stood for a minute just where a beam of slanting sunlight dropped through the tiny window under the roof. "Martin Hallowell Crawford," he said.
The week had gone without Bob's having realized the fact. Mrs. Hallowell came in a moment later, smiling at the winning, handsome young man in her fat and good-humoured manner. Bob was seized with an inspiration. "Mrs. Hallowell," he said persuasively, "just let me rummage around for five minutes, will you?" "You that hungry?" she chuckled. "Law! I'll have breakfast in an hour."
I saw nothing remarkable, unless a little girl in the next pew to us, three or four years old, who fell asleep, with her bead in the lap of her maid, and looked very pretty: a picture of sleeping innocence. July 11th, Tuesday. A drive with B to Hallowell, yesterday, where we dined, and afterwards to Gardiner.
For a few seconds he waited, and then, three times in quick succession, a rocket went into the air from just behind the American lines. Over there Captain Hallowell himself found the range, submitted it to his most expert gunner, who verified it, and then they waited for the three minutes to elapse, during which Joe was to seek a place of safety.
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