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As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may n... |
The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
All men who do or even imagine ill
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of Night.I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,
With their ethereal c... |
Light, light eternal! veiling-place of stars!
Light, the revealer of dread beauty's face!
Weaving whereof the hills are lambent clad!
Mighty libation to the Unknown God!
Cup whereat pine-trees slake their giant thirst
And little leaves drink sweet delirium!
Being and breath and potion! Living soul
And all-informing he... |
II
This is my hour, between the day and night;
The sun has set and all the world is still,
The afterglow upon the distant hill
Is as a holy light.This is my hour, between the sun and moon;
The little stars are gathering in the sky,
There is no sound but one bird's startled cry,--
One note that ceases soon.The gardens a... |
Night is the time for toil;
To plough the classic field,
Intent to find the buried spoil
Its wealthy furrows yield;
Till all is ours that sages taught,
That poets sang, or heroes wrought.Night is the time to weep;
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of Memory, where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes, that were Ang... |
And yet how still the landscape stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!Emily Dickinson [1830-1886]SONG
From "Pippa Passes"The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in Hi... |
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain;
And the brown bright nightingale amorous
Is half assuaged for Itylus,
For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces,
The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.... |
I never look out
Nor attend to the blast;
For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast:
Falling, falling!But close at the hearth,
Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry--
Gallant chivalry!Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish, forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome... |
She on the blusterer's arm laid one white hand,
But he would none of her soft blandishment,
Yet did she plead with tears none might withstand,
For even the fiercest hearts at last relent.
And he, at last, in ruffian tenderness,
With one swift, crushing kiss her lips did greet.
Ah, poor starved heart!--for that one rude... |
Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark
How each field turns a street, each street a park
Made green and trimmed with trees; see how
Devotion gives each house a bough
Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this,
An ark, a tabernacle is,
Made up of white-thorn, neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of l... |
How strange at such a time of day the mill should stop its clatter!
The farmer's wife is listening now and wonders what's the matter.
O, wild the birds are singing in the wood and on the hill,
While whistling up the hollow goes the boy that minds the mill.
But Polly!--Polly!--The cows are in the corn!
O, where's Polly?... |
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!Emily Dickinson [1830-1886]PREVISIONOh, days of be... |
All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers
So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powersCleave themselves into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, knowThy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,
And tremble... |
Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings will hear,
As kings have heard, and tremble on their thrones;
The old will feel the weight of mossy stones;
The young alone will laugh and scoff at fear.
It is the tread of armies marching near,
From scarlet lands to lands forever pale;
It is a bugle dying down the gale;
It is the... |
What heart could have thought you?--
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor?--
God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
... |
WOOD AND FIELD AND RUNNING BROOKWALDEINSAMKEITI do not count the hours I spend
In wandering by the sea;
The forest is my loyal friend,
Like God it useth me.In plains that room for shadows make
Of skirting hills to lie,
Bound in by streams which give and take
Their colors from the sky;Or on the mountain-crest sublime,
O... |
The girt woak tree that's in the dell!
There's noo tree I do love so well;
Vor times an' times when I wer young,
I there've a-climbed, an' there've a-zwung,
An' picked the eacorns green, a-shed
In wrestlen storms vrom his broad head.
An' down below's the cloty brook
Where I did vish with line an' hook,
An' beat, in pla... |
Thrice twenty summers I have seen
The sky grow bright, the forest green;
And many a wintry wind have stood
In bloomless, fruitless solitude,
Since childhood in my pleasant bower
First spent its sweet and sportive hour;
Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture made,
And on my trunk's surviving f... |
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery water-break
Above the golden gravel,And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men ... |
And oft in the hills of Habersham,
And oft in the valleys of Hall,
The white quartz shone, and the smooth brook-stone
Did bar me of passage with friendly brawl,
And many a luminous jewel lone
--Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist,
Ruby, garnet and amethyst--
Made lures with the lights of streaming stone
In the clefts o... |
And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep
Roll in on the souls of men,
But who will reveal to our waking ken
The forms that swim and the shapes that creep
Under the waters of sleep?
And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in
On the length and the breadth of the marvelous marshe... |
The mountains stand and laugh at Time,
They pillar up the Earth,
They watch the ages pass, they bring
New centuries to birth.
They feel the daybreak shiver,
They see Time passing ever,
As flows the Jumna River
As breaks the white sea-surf.They drink the sun in a golden cup
And in blue mist the rain;
With a sudden brigh... |
It is not raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom,
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It is not raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.Robert Loveman [1864-1923]SUMMER INVOCATIONO gentle, gentle summer rain,
Let not the silver lily pine,
The dro... |
In green old gardens, hidden away
From sight of revel and sound of strife,
Where the bird may sing out his soul ere he die,
Nor fears for the night, so he lives his day;
Where the high red walls, which are growing gray
With their lichen and moss embroideries,
Seem sadly and sternly to shut out life,
Because it is often... |
And gladdest hours for me did glide
In silence at the rose-tree wall:
A thrush made gladness musical
Upon the other side.Nor he nor I did e'er incline
To peck or pluck the blossoms white;
How should I know but roses might
Lead lives as glad as mine?To make my hermit-home complete,
I brought clear water from the spring
... |
And the Poet, faithful and far-seeing,
See, alike in stars and flowers, a part
Of the self-same, universal being,
Which is throbbing in his brain and heart.Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining,
Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day,
Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining,
Buds that open only to decay;Brilli... |
Eyes of some men travel far
For the finding of a star;
Up and down the heavens they go,
Men that keep a mighty rout!
I'm as great as them, I trow,
Since the day I found thee out.
Little Flower!--I'll make a stir,
Like a sage astronomer.Modest, yet withal an Elf
Bold, and lavish of thyself;
Since we needs must first hav... |
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart free.The bobolinks rallied them up from the dell,
The orioles whistled them out of the wood;
And all of their saying was, "Earth, it is well!"
And all o... |
Thou comest not when violets lean
O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen,
Or columbines, in purple dressed,
Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest.Thou waitest late and com'st alone,
When woods are bare and birds are flown,
And frost and shortening days portend
The aged year is near his end.Then doth thy sweet and qu... |
By copse and hedgerow, waste and wall,
He thrusts his cushions red;
O'er burdock rank, o'er thistles tall,
He rears his hardy head:
Within, without, the strong leaves press,
He screens the mossy stone,
Lord of a narrow wilderness,
Self-centred and alone.He numbers no observant friends,
He soothes no childish woes,
Yet ... |
On long, serene midsummer days
Of ripening fruit and yellow grain,
How sweetly, by dim woodland ways,
In tangled hedge or leafy lane,
Fair wild-rose thickets, you unfold
Those pale pink stars with hearts of gold!Your sleek patrician sisters dwell
On lawns where gleams the shrub's trim bosk,
In terraced gardens, tended ... |
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
O who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?Thomas Moore [1779-1852]THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERSThe melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and... |
Though in voice and shape they be
Formed as if akin to thee,
Thou surpassest, happier far,
Happiest grasshoppers that are;
Theirs is but a summer's song,
Thine endures the winter long,
Unimpaired, and shrill, and clear,
Melody throughout the year.Neither night nor dawn of day
Puts a period to thy play:
Sing then--and e... |
The garden one wide banquet spreads for thee,
O daintiest reveller of the joyous earth!
One drop of honey gives satiety;
A second draught would drug thee past all mirth.
Thy feast no orgy shows;
Thy calm eyes never close,
Thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth.And yet the soul of man upon thy wings
Forever s... |
The woods, the lawn, the peaked Manorhouse,
With its peach-covered walls, and rookery loud,
The trim, quaint garden alleys, screened with boughs.
The lion-headed gates, so grim and proud,
The mossy fountain with its murmurings,
Lie in warm sunshine--while the Blackbird sings.The ring of silver voices, and the sheen
Of ... |
Summer wanes; the children are grown;
Fun and frolic no more he knows;
Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone;
Off he flies, and we sing as he goes:
Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link,
Spink, spank, spink;
When you can pipe that merry old strain,
Robert of Lincoln, come back again.
Chee, chee, chee.William Cullen Bryant [1794-1878]... |
What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear:
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?Delightful visitant! with thee
I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet
From birds among the bowers.The school-boy, wandering through the wood
To pull the primrose gay,
Start... |
When May bedecks the naked trees
With tassels and embroideries,
And many blue-eyed violets beam
Along the edges of the stream,
I hear a voice that seems to say,
Now near at hand, now far away,
"Witchery--witchery--witchery."An incantation so serene,
So innocent, befits the scene:
There's magic in that small bird's note... |
Nor seldom, where the beechen boughs
That roofless tower invade,
We came, while her enchanting Muse
The radiant moon above us held:
Till, by a clamorous owl compelled,
She fled the solemn shade.But hark! I hear her liquid tone!
Now, Hesper, guide my feet
Down the red marl with moss o'ergrown,
Through yon wild thicket ... |
The pewee calls his little mate,
Sweet Phoebe, gone astray,
The warbler sings,
"What fun, what fun,
To tilt upon the spray!"
The cuckoo has no song, but clucks,
Like any wooden toy;
But the oriole, the oriole,
Sings, "Joy! joy! joy!"The grosbeak sings the rose's birth,
And paints her on his breast;
The sparrow sings of... |
Good-by, good-by to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;--
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Our thrushes now are silent,
Our swallows flown away,--
But Robin's here in coat of brown,
And scarlet breast-knot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin sings so sweetly
In the falling of the year.Bri... |
So the victorious Poet sings alone,
And fills with light his solitary home,
And through that glory sees new worlds foreshown,
And hears high songs, and triumphs yet to come;
He waves the air of Time
With thrills of golden chords,
And makes the world to climb
On linked words.What if his hair be gray, his eyes be dim,
If... |
I slept in an old homestead by the sea:
And in their chimney nest,
At night the swallows told home-lore to me,
As to a friendly guest.A liquid twitter, low, confiding, glad,
From many glossy throats,
Was all the voice; and yet its accents had
A poem's golden notes.Quaint legends of the fireside and the shore,
And sound... |
Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
The eagle's empire and the falcon's home--
Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
Serene, he hears the broken tempest sigh
Where cold sierras gleam like scatt... |
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,--
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of w... |
I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou'west blasts do blow.I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more.
And backwards flew to her bi... |
D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch
All as one as a piece of the ship,
And with her brave the world, without offering to flinch
From the moment the anchor's a-trip.
As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and ends,
Naught's a trouble from duty that springs,
For my heart is my Poll's, and my rhino's my fri... |
It's you may have the gold and fame, and all the jewels, too,
And all the ships, if they were mine, I'd gladly give to you,
I'd give them all right gladly, with their gold and fame entire,
If you would set me down within the Port o' Heart's Desire.Oh, speed you, white-winged ship of mine, oh, speed you to the sea,
Some... |
I heed not, if
My rippling skiff
Float swift or slow from cliff to cliff;
With dreamful eyes
My spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise.Under the walls
Where swells and falls
The Bay's deep breast at intervals,
At peace I lie,
Blown softly by,
A cloud upon this liquid sky.The day, so mild,
Is Heaven's own child,
With E... |
The holy Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.When the rock was hid by the surges' swell,
The mariners heard the warning bell;
And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blessed the Abbot of Aberbrothok.The Sun in... |
Not a neighbor
Passing, nod or answer will refuse
To her whisper,
"Is there from the fishers any news?"
Oh, her heart's adrift with one
On an endless voyage gone;--
Night and morning,
Hannah's at the window, binding shoes.Fair young Hannah,
Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gaily wooes;
Hale and clever,
For a willing heart and... |
And now I'm old and going--I'm sure I can't tell where;
One comfort is, this world's so hard, I can't be worse off there:
If I might but be a sea-dove, I'd fly across the main,
To the pleasant Isle of Aves, to look at it once again.Charles Kingsley [1819-1875]THE LAST BUCCANEERThe winds were yelling, the waves were swe... |
This is not half the happiness
The countryman enjoys;
High trolollie lollie loe,
High trolollie lee,
Though others think they have as much
Yet he that says so lies:
Then come away, turn
Countryman with me.John Chalkhill [fl. 1648]THE OLD SQUIREI like the hunting of the hare
Better than that of the fox;
I like the joyou... |
With this small house, this garden large,
This little gold, this lovely mate,
With health in body, peace at heart--
Show me a man more great.William H. Davies [1870-EARLY MORNING AT BARGISClear air and grassy lea,
Stream-song and cattle-bell--
Dear man, what fools are we
In prison-walls to dwell!To live our days apart
... |
The midges dance aboon the burn;
The dews begin to fa';
The paitricks doun the rushy holm
Set up their e'ening ca'.
Now loud and clear the blackbird's sang
Rings through the briery shaw,
While, flitting gay, the swallows play
Around the castle wa'.Beneath the golden gloamin' sky
The mavis mends her lay;
The redbreast p... |
I fear no power a woman wields
While I can have the woods and fields,
With comradeship alone of gun,
Gray marsh-wastes and the burning sun.For aye the heart's most poignant pain
Will wear away 'neath hail and rain,
And rush of winds through branches bare
With something still to do and dare,--The lonely watch beside the... |
O the gallant fisher's life,
It is the best of any!
'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife,
And 'tis beloved by many;
Other joys
Are but toys;
Only this
Lawful is;
For our skill
Breeds no ill,
But content and pleasure.In a morning, up we rise,
Ere Aurora's peeping;
Drink a cup to wash our eyes,
Leave the sluggard sleepi... |
Afar in the desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side.
Away--away--in the wilderness vast
Where the white man's foot hath never passed,
And the quivered Coranna or Bechuan
Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan:
A region of emptiness, howling and drear,
Which man hath abandoned from famine and ... |
Follow the Romany patteran
Sheer to the Austral Light,
Where the besom of God is the wild south wind,
Sweeping the sea-floors white.Follow the Romany patteran
West to the sinking sun,
Till the junk-sails lift through the houseless drift,
And the east and the west are one.Follow the Romany patteran
East where the silenc... |
It's a long road and sunny, and the fairest in the world--
There are peaks that rise above it in their snowy mantles curled,
And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral,
Down to the waters where the sea gulls call.It's a long road and sunny, it's a long road and old,
And the brown padres made it for th... |
Make me over in the morning
From the rag-bag of the world!
Scraps of dream and duds of daring,
Home-brought stuff from far sea-faring,
Faded colors once so flaring,
Shreds of banners long since furled!
Hues of ash and glints of glory,
In the rag-bag of the world!Let me taste the old immortal
Indolence of life once more... |
Brave in shoes of Romany leather,
Bodice blue and gypsy gown,
And a cap of fur and feather,
In the inn sat Low-lie-down.Harum-Scarum kissed her lightly;
Smiled into her eyes of brown:
Clasped her waist and held her tightly,
Laughing, "Love me, Low-lie-down!"Then with many an oath and swagger,
As a man of great renown,
... |
See the shaking funnels roar, with the Peter at the fore,
And the fenders grind and heave,
And the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle hooks the crate,
And the fall-rope whines through the sheave;
It's "Gang-plank up and in," dear lass,
It's "Hawsers warp her through!"
And it's "All clear aft" on the old trail, our... |
Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net[Illustration: THE TAR WAS READY FOR USE.]THE YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEWBy
CAPT. RALPH BONEHILL.Author of
"Rival Bicyclists," "Leo, the Circus Boy," Etc.CHICAGO.
M. A. DONOHUE & CO.
407-429 DEARBORN ST.CONTENTSCHAPTER ... |
Jerry Upton was the only son of a well-to-do farmer, whose farm of one
hundred acres lay just beyond the outskirts of Lakeview, and close to the
lake shore. Jerry was a scholar at the Lakeview Academy, and did but
little on the farm, although among the pupils he was often designated as
Cornfield.Harry Parker was the ol... |
Jerry sprang up in the row-boat in amazement. Down the garden path leading
from the front of the house to the dock came a beautiful black horse on a
gallop. On the animal's back sat a little girl not more than eight years
of age. The horse was running away with her, and she was clingling tightly
to his mane."Oh, John, ... |
The Cutwater was quite a good sized craft, and though the force of the
collision did not damage her to any extent, it checked her progress
considerably.Jerry went down and down. He made a long dive, and when he came up it was
within a yard of the sloop's rudder.Before another boy would have had time to think, the boy w... |
"It was a close call all around," replied our hero. "We can be thankful
that we are here safe and sound." Harry felt too weak to walk, so a
carriage was called to take him home. Jerry went with him, while Blumpo
went over to the grocery store to tell of all that had happened.Clarence Conant was utterly left. He tried t... |
The race should have been a mile straightway, but the original challenge
which led to the race had been for a half mile going and the same coming.Soon the two boys were in position."Ready?"There was a dead silence.Bang!They were off! Both boys caught the water at the same instant. Each pulled
a long but quick stroke. T... |
He recognized the voice as that of Blumpo Brown, and at once hurried to
the spot, there to find the youth at the mercy of four of the Rockpoint
boys, including Wash Crosby, Si Peters, and two others named Banner and
Graves. The quartet had poor Blumpo down on his back and were kicking him
as hard as they could."You cow... |
"Right you are, Si.""We want to get square, and this is the chance of our lives to do it.""We can give him the tar and feathers and then leave him tied up in such a
fashion that he can get free, but not before we have had a chance to make
good our escape and get home and to bed.""That's the way to fix it.""It will teac... |
The Rockpoint rowdies were thoroughly demoralized.CHAPTER XI.OFF FOR HERMIT ISLAND.It took Jerry and his father some little time to get back their breath
sufficiently to leave the woods and make their way to the road."You came in the nick of time, father," said the lad. "In another five
minutes I would have been tarred... |
"Never mind, we'll come up some other day," said Si Peters. "It's getting
too late to do anything now."And the yacht returned to Rockpoint.It was Harry who selected a landing place on Hermit's Island. He found a
smooth, sandy beach, and here the row-boat was drawn up well out of the
water.Back of the beach was a little... |
"Good for you, Jerry!" shouted Harry."By golly! but dat was a close call!" shuddered the homeless youth.Then, with tears in his big, honest eyes, he wrung our hero's hand."You dun sabed my life, Jerry!" he declared solemnly. "I won't forgit dat,
neber!"The nervous boy was averse to attempting a second jump, and so the ... |
It was well for the boys that they were housed in the hermit's dwelling,
for that night a terrible thunder storm came up. The wind howled and
shrieked around the mountain top, and continued until dawn."If we had been on the plateau we would have been blown off into the
lake," said Harry, at breakfast.By nine o'clock it... |
Three boys and an old man were sailing this craft. The three boys were
Jerry, Harry and Blumpo. The man was Jack Broxton, the boathouse keeper.The yacht was a new one, recently purchased by Harry Parker's father for
the use of his son and Jerry."Do you remember what a row we had up around this island last summer with
S... |
"Maybe Si has promised to reform. Hullo! they are coming this way!"Jerry sprang up in alarm, for the big yacht had suddenly veered around
several points and was now coming head on toward them."We'll be run down!" shrieked Blumpo, in terror."The young fools!" muttered Jack Broxton. "Don't they know anything about
steeri... |
They were much interested in the magnificent yacht and all of her
appointments, and laughed greatly when Frank Lee snatched off their caps
and placed caps on them with the name of the Defender above the peaks."Now you fellows belong to the crew!" cried Frank Lee."All right, we'll help you beat the Spray," returned Jerr... |
Motioning to Harry, our hero led the way to the side of the building.A board was off, and by standing near the opening they could hear
everything Si Peters and Wash Crosby said.CHAPTER XXI.WORDS AND BLOWS.The very first words spoken by Si Peters confirmed the young oarsman's
suspicious."What did you do with the valise,... |
There were seven entries, all by young fellows of Jerry's age, and as the
youth looked at his opponents he felt that the race would be no easy one.Saturday afternoon, the time appointed for the contest, came, bright and
clear, and it found the lake front crowded to its utmost capacity. Many
came over from Rockpoint, bu... |
"Take good care of yourself, Jerry," she said. "And remember, New York is
an entirely different place from Lakeview or Rockpoint, and you must have
your eyes and ears open to avoid trouble.""I'll take care of myself, don't worry mother," and two minutes later the
train came along and he was off.Yet it must be confessed... |
"Well, I trust you get your right, Jerry Upton," said the girl. "Come and
see me some time.""I will," and after Jerry had procured Alexander Slocum's office address
from her, the pair separated.Jerry was very thoughtful as he proceeded on his way. By a turn of fortune
he had gotten on Slocum's track much quicker than e... |
"Well, young man, how did you make out last night?"The question came from a bench just behind Jerry. Looking around, he saw
sitting there the gentleman he had run into while trying to find Wakefield
Smith."I didn't make out at all, sir.""Couldn't find him, eh?""No, sir.""Those pickpockets are slick chaps, and no mistak... |
"Are you going to let me see those papers?" he fumed."No; at least not now.""Why not?""I prefer not to answer that question.""You think you have a case against me--that you can place me in a tight
hole.""Well, if all is straight you have nothing to fear.""Don't preach to me, boy. All is straight. I lost my money as wel... |
"This is rather a strange story, Upton," he said. "What would you like me
to do?""I would like you to give me some advice, sir. What had I best do?""You can do a number of things. What would be the best I cannot say. You
might hire a lawyer to look into the case, and again you might have this
Slocum arrested for lockin... |
"Then you don't git a cent, see?"And with great deliberation the pickpocket closed one bleared eye and
glared at Jerry."We'll see about that later," cried our hero, hotly, and catching the
rascal by the collar the youth yanked him to a standing position. "Now
come on, and no nonsense."Seeing that the youth was not to b... |
"I'm sure I don't know. But Slocum sha'n't put you on the street if I can
help it," went on Jerry, suddenly."What will you do?""How much do you owe him?""Twelve dollars. I have four, but he won't take it. He wants the entire
amount.""I will let you have ten dollars," said our hero, and brought out the bill
Wakefield Sm... |
Arriving at the top floor, the youth noticed a shaft of light streaming
from beneath a door in the rear. He knocked loudly.There was a movement within, the door was flung back, and Jerry found
himself confronted by a tall, round-shouldered individual, with long,
unkempt hair and a wild look in his small black eyes.CHAP... |
Alexander Slocum laughed harshly."Your father's claim?" he repeated. "I don't recognize the fact that your
father has any claim against me."CHAPTER XXXIV.ALEXANDER SLOCUM SHOWS HIS HAND.Alexander Slocum's statement was no more than Jerry had expected, so he
was not taken back by the words. He looked the man steadily in... |
On the next day the bindery was opened as usual, but Mr. Islen did not
appear, having gone to Philadelphia. Jerry worked throughout the day,
wondering what Alexander Slocum had thought and done after he had
discovered the escape. Little did the young oarsman dream of what the real
estate dealer was then doing.Our hero ... |
Saying this, he arose and tried to sneak away. But Jerry tripped him up,
sending him headlong, and before he could rise the policeman had him
handcuffed.While this was going on the westerner and two of the new arrivals managed
to make a prisoner of the other footpad. He used some terrible language,
but this did not ava... |
Jerry passed several hours trying to sleep, and at the first sign of dawn
was up and dressed. The colonel had rested in an arm-chair, not caring to
separate himself from his child by going to a hotel.Mrs. Flannigan was again called upon and readily agreed to take charge of
Tommy and Dottie once more. She took them to h... |
The colonel came behind. The doctor was about to remonstrate when he found
himself confronted by the two detectives.Our hero and the colonel soon found the proper door. It was locked, but
putting his shoulder to it the young oarsman soon burst it open.Alexander Slocum stood at the table in the center of the room. He ha... |
She now came up a second time. Should she sink again all would be over.Harry was swimming with all the strength and skill at his command.At last he was within a yard of the struggling girl.The maiden threw up her hands and went under.As quick as a flash Harry dove down.A second passed. Then up came the youth with the g... |
He rested on his oars. Soon the craft came closer. It was the excursion
boat on her return."She is not coming near us," said Jerry. "Pull on."Harry had just taken to the oars again, when a wild cry rang out. It came
from the row-boat which held Peters and Crosby."Stop! Don't run us down!""The steamboat is onto them!" e... |
At the given signal the single shells took their places at the starting
point.The participants were the pick of the single-shell men, and Jerry realized
that he would have a struggle to win.A puff of smoke, the report of a gun, and they were off!"A fine start!""Hosmer leads!""He will lead to the finish!""Pinkney is a c... |
Comprising all Business, Musical and Classical Terms, Abbreviations;
Nicknames of Cities and States; Church, Agricultural and Vital Statistics;
Synonyms, Words and Phrases, Federal Constitution, Mercantile Law,
Interest Tables, etc., etc., together with an up-to-date Biographical
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"Of course," replied Peggy with a smile. "I am sure that he would have
worsted Captain Watson, had not the Major stepped in. But the banquet
was splendid.""And Captain Cathcart!" reminded Marjorie, with a slight manifestation
of instinctive envy."Why! He attended me, of course," was the proud response. "Each knight
esc... |
Nor was it without its gentry, cultured and dignified. Its inhabitants
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others faithful to the Church of England and devoted to the political
principles of the Mother country,--the proud possessors of wealth and
the exemplars of the most dignified de... |
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