whose attempts were attended with success. Thinking, at that time, that it was necessary to place the sitters in a very strong light, they were all taken with their eyes closed.Others were experimenting at the same time, among them Mr. Wolcott and Prof. Draper, and Mr. Morse, with his acustomed modesty, thinks that it would be difficult to say to whom is due the credit of the first Daguerreotype portrait. At all events, so far as my knowledge serves me, Professor Morse deserves the laurel
his trip just a rumor?""Here he comes," said Janet. Bartolome trotted down the terrace steps and leaned in the door. "Starting instantly in a few moments. Have the kindness of patience in waiting for the more important passengers." "Who are they?" Henshaw demanded, interested. "The lady of incredible richness with the name of Patricia Van Osdel and her parasites." "No fooling!" Henshaw exclaimed. "You hear that, Doan? Patricia Van
an respect to degrade hisChristian dignity. In whatever company he might be, he alwayssaluted the Blessed Sacrament when passing a Church; and he nevermet a priest without paying him a mark of respect. A word from hislips sufficed to silence whosoever dared blaspheme in his presence.In reward for his virtues, God showered even temporal blessings onHis faithful servant. In 1871 he was able to give up his businessas a jeweller, and retire to a house in the Rue St. Blaise. Themaking of point-lace,
icture had flashed across her brain, and there were two figures in it sitting together under a great trailing wisteria that stretched across the branches of a tree she didn't know, and it was herself and Mrs. Arbuthnot--she saw them--she saw them. And behind them, bright in sunshine, were old grey walls--the mediaeval castle --she saw it--they were there . . .She therefore stared at Mrs. Arbuthnot and did not hear a word she said. And Mrs. Arbuthnot stared too at Mrs. Wilkins, arrested by the
chain off my leg and gits away safe. Maybe I does all dat an' maybe I don't. It's a story I tells you so's you knows I'se de kind of man dat if you evah repeats one words of it, I ends yo' stealin' on dis yearth mighty damn quick!SMITHERS--(terrified) Think I'd peach on yer? Not me! Ain't I always been yer friend? JONES--(suddenly relaxing) Sho' you has -- and you better be. SMITHERS--(recovering his composure--and with it his malice) And just to show yer I'm yer friend, I'll tell yer that bit
't," said Edwards."You're on," said Carter. "Let me in," suggested Ives. "And I'll take one of it," said McGuire. "Come one, come all," said Edwards cheerily. "I'll live high on the collective bad judgment of this outfit." "To-night isn't likely to settle it, anyhow," said Ives. "I move we turn in." Expectant minds do not lend themselves to sound slumber. All night the officers of the Wolverine slept on the verge of
ions. Noforeigner has ever exhibited such a deep, clear, and correctinsight of the machinery of our complicated systems of federaland state governments. The most intelligent Europeans areconfounded with our _imperium in imperio_; and theirconstant wonder is, that these systems are not continuallyjostling each other. M. DE TOCQUEVILLE has clearly perceived,and traced correctly and distinctly, the orbits in which theymove, and has described, or rather defined, our federalgovernment, with an
heir accompaniments, were for about five years a source of extreme satisfaction to the young physician, who was both a devoted and a very happy husband. The fact of his having married a rich woman made no difference in the line he had traced for himself, and he cultivated his profession with as definite a purpose as if he still had no other resources than his fraction of the modest patrimony which on his father's death he had shared with his brothers and sisters. This purpose had not been
whose attempts were attended with success. Thinking, at that time, that it was necessary to place the sitters in a very strong light, they were all taken with their eyes closed.Others were experimenting at the same time, among them Mr. Wolcott and Prof. Draper, and Mr. Morse, with his acustomed modesty, thinks that it would be difficult to say to whom is due the credit of the first Daguerreotype portrait. At all events, so far as my knowledge serves me, Professor Morse deserves the laurel
his trip just a rumor?""Here he comes," said Janet. Bartolome trotted down the terrace steps and leaned in the door. "Starting instantly in a few moments. Have the kindness of patience in waiting for the more important passengers." "Who are they?" Henshaw demanded, interested. "The lady of incredible richness with the name of Patricia Van Osdel and her parasites." "No fooling!" Henshaw exclaimed. "You hear that, Doan? Patricia Van
an respect to degrade hisChristian dignity. In whatever company he might be, he alwayssaluted the Blessed Sacrament when passing a Church; and he nevermet a priest without paying him a mark of respect. A word from hislips sufficed to silence whosoever dared blaspheme in his presence.In reward for his virtues, God showered even temporal blessings onHis faithful servant. In 1871 he was able to give up his businessas a jeweller, and retire to a house in the Rue St. Blaise. Themaking of point-lace,
icture had flashed across her brain, and there were two figures in it sitting together under a great trailing wisteria that stretched across the branches of a tree she didn't know, and it was herself and Mrs. Arbuthnot--she saw them--she saw them. And behind them, bright in sunshine, were old grey walls--the mediaeval castle --she saw it--they were there . . .She therefore stared at Mrs. Arbuthnot and did not hear a word she said. And Mrs. Arbuthnot stared too at Mrs. Wilkins, arrested by the
chain off my leg and gits away safe. Maybe I does all dat an' maybe I don't. It's a story I tells you so's you knows I'se de kind of man dat if you evah repeats one words of it, I ends yo' stealin' on dis yearth mighty damn quick!SMITHERS--(terrified) Think I'd peach on yer? Not me! Ain't I always been yer friend? JONES--(suddenly relaxing) Sho' you has -- and you better be. SMITHERS--(recovering his composure--and with it his malice) And just to show yer I'm yer friend, I'll tell yer that bit
't," said Edwards."You're on," said Carter. "Let me in," suggested Ives. "And I'll take one of it," said McGuire. "Come one, come all," said Edwards cheerily. "I'll live high on the collective bad judgment of this outfit." "To-night isn't likely to settle it, anyhow," said Ives. "I move we turn in." Expectant minds do not lend themselves to sound slumber. All night the officers of the Wolverine slept on the verge of
ions. Noforeigner has ever exhibited such a deep, clear, and correctinsight of the machinery of our complicated systems of federaland state governments. The most intelligent Europeans areconfounded with our _imperium in imperio_; and theirconstant wonder is, that these systems are not continuallyjostling each other. M. DE TOCQUEVILLE has clearly perceived,and traced correctly and distinctly, the orbits in which theymove, and has described, or rather defined, our federalgovernment, with an
heir accompaniments, were for about five years a source of extreme satisfaction to the young physician, who was both a devoted and a very happy husband. The fact of his having married a rich woman made no difference in the line he had traced for himself, and he cultivated his profession with as definite a purpose as if he still had no other resources than his fraction of the modest patrimony which on his father's death he had shared with his brothers and sisters. This purpose had not been