the oldest and best minds of this country havefelt--""At least those minds were shrewd in choosing their agent," sherejoined. "Yes; you are fanatic, that is plain. You will obeyorders. And you have not been much used to women. That makes itharder for me. Or easier!" She smiled at him again, very blithefor a prisoner. "It ought to have been held down to that," he began disconsolately,"I should have been all along professional only. It began wellwhen you
onant college revellers, who call him "a prig," and seek to annoy him. Long mornings of study, and nights feverish from ill-health, are spent in those chambers; he is often listless and in low spirits; yet his natural temper is not desponding, and he delights in employment. He has always something to learn or to communicate--some sally of humour or quiet stroke of satire for his friends and correspondents--some note on natural history to enter in his journal--some passage of Plato to
never troubles the poultry of the farms nearest her den. She will forage for miles in every direction; will harass the chickens of distant farms till scarcely a handful remains of those that wander into the woods, or sleep in the open yards; yet she will pass by and through nearer farms without turning aside to hunt, except for mice and frogs; and, even when hungry, will note a flock of chickens within sight of her den, and leave them undisturbed. She seems to know perfectly that a few missing
not such as growed in Wyoming.Now, Old Man Wright and me, us two, had brought up the kid. Me being foreman, that was part of my business too. We been busy. I could see we was going to be a lot busier. Before long something was due to pop. At last the old man comes to me once more. "Curly," says he, "I was in hopes something would happen, so that this range of ours wouldn't be no temptation to them irrigation colonizers; I was hoping something would happen to them, so they would
"The House of the Misty Star" is a mystery novel written by Frances Little. The story takes place in an eerie and remote mansion on the shores of Lake Superior, where a young woman named Gail is invited to stay by her wealthy aunt. However, upon arriving at the mansion, Gail discovers that her aunt has been mysteriously murdered, and she sets out to uncover the truth about what happened. As Gail investigates, she uncovers a web of deceit, intrigue, and dark secrets that threaten to
"I love God and every little child."CHAPTER II. THE CHILD'S TRIBUTE TO THE MOTHER. A good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.--English Proverb. The first poet, the first priest, was the first mother.The first empire was a woman and her children.--_O. T. Mason_. When society, under the guidance of the "fathers of the church," wentalmost to destruction in the dark ages, it was the "mothers of thepeople" who saved it and set it going on the new right
ribute to the better understanding of the narrative of the events which plunged the English into war in 1745, if we take a bird's-eye view of the peninsula generally, particularly of the southern portion, as it appeared in the year preceding.Of India generally it is sufficient to say that from the year 1707, when the Emperor Aurangzeb died, authority had been relaxing to an extent which was rapidly bringing about the disruption of the bonds that held society together. The invasion of Nadír Sháh
Don't walk over that way.""Yes, I shall. Mr. Rose seems to be coming this way, and I shall do the neighbourly thing and have a chat with him." "Why, Father, you don't know him." "That doesn't matter between next-door neighbours, at least between the men of the houses. Come along, and scrape acquaintance with the little girl. I think she looks pretty." Dolly started, then a sudden fit of shyness seized her, and she stood stock-still. "I can't," she
t of the Burning Pestle" (iii. 4): "There is a pretty tale of a witch that had the devil's mark about her, that had a giant to be her son, that was called Lob-lye-by-the-Fire." Grimm[17] mentions a spirit, named the "Good Lubber," to whom the bones of animals used to be offered at Manseld, in Germany. Once more, the phrase of "being in," or "getting into Lob's pound," is easy of explanation, presuming Lob to be a fairy epithet--the term being
the oldest and best minds of this country havefelt--""At least those minds were shrewd in choosing their agent," sherejoined. "Yes; you are fanatic, that is plain. You will obeyorders. And you have not been much used to women. That makes itharder for me. Or easier!" She smiled at him again, very blithefor a prisoner. "It ought to have been held down to that," he began disconsolately,"I should have been all along professional only. It began wellwhen you
onant college revellers, who call him "a prig," and seek to annoy him. Long mornings of study, and nights feverish from ill-health, are spent in those chambers; he is often listless and in low spirits; yet his natural temper is not desponding, and he delights in employment. He has always something to learn or to communicate--some sally of humour or quiet stroke of satire for his friends and correspondents--some note on natural history to enter in his journal--some passage of Plato to
never troubles the poultry of the farms nearest her den. She will forage for miles in every direction; will harass the chickens of distant farms till scarcely a handful remains of those that wander into the woods, or sleep in the open yards; yet she will pass by and through nearer farms without turning aside to hunt, except for mice and frogs; and, even when hungry, will note a flock of chickens within sight of her den, and leave them undisturbed. She seems to know perfectly that a few missing
not such as growed in Wyoming.Now, Old Man Wright and me, us two, had brought up the kid. Me being foreman, that was part of my business too. We been busy. I could see we was going to be a lot busier. Before long something was due to pop. At last the old man comes to me once more. "Curly," says he, "I was in hopes something would happen, so that this range of ours wouldn't be no temptation to them irrigation colonizers; I was hoping something would happen to them, so they would
"The House of the Misty Star" is a mystery novel written by Frances Little. The story takes place in an eerie and remote mansion on the shores of Lake Superior, where a young woman named Gail is invited to stay by her wealthy aunt. However, upon arriving at the mansion, Gail discovers that her aunt has been mysteriously murdered, and she sets out to uncover the truth about what happened. As Gail investigates, she uncovers a web of deceit, intrigue, and dark secrets that threaten to
"I love God and every little child."CHAPTER II. THE CHILD'S TRIBUTE TO THE MOTHER. A good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters.--English Proverb. The first poet, the first priest, was the first mother.The first empire was a woman and her children.--_O. T. Mason_. When society, under the guidance of the "fathers of the church," wentalmost to destruction in the dark ages, it was the "mothers of thepeople" who saved it and set it going on the new right
ribute to the better understanding of the narrative of the events which plunged the English into war in 1745, if we take a bird's-eye view of the peninsula generally, particularly of the southern portion, as it appeared in the year preceding.Of India generally it is sufficient to say that from the year 1707, when the Emperor Aurangzeb died, authority had been relaxing to an extent which was rapidly bringing about the disruption of the bonds that held society together. The invasion of Nadír Sháh
Don't walk over that way.""Yes, I shall. Mr. Rose seems to be coming this way, and I shall do the neighbourly thing and have a chat with him." "Why, Father, you don't know him." "That doesn't matter between next-door neighbours, at least between the men of the houses. Come along, and scrape acquaintance with the little girl. I think she looks pretty." Dolly started, then a sudden fit of shyness seized her, and she stood stock-still. "I can't," she
t of the Burning Pestle" (iii. 4): "There is a pretty tale of a witch that had the devil's mark about her, that had a giant to be her son, that was called Lob-lye-by-the-Fire." Grimm[17] mentions a spirit, named the "Good Lubber," to whom the bones of animals used to be offered at Manseld, in Germany. Once more, the phrase of "being in," or "getting into Lob's pound," is easy of explanation, presuming Lob to be a fairy epithet--the term being