She had promised to marry a scientist! It was too overwhelming a thought
to entertain standing there by the window. She sought the room's most
comfortable chair and braced herself to the situation.
Miss Katherine Wayneworth Jones was bunkered. Having been bunkered many
times in the past, and knowing that she would be bunkered upon many
occasions in the future, Miss Jones was not disposed to take a tragic
view of the situation. The little white ball was all too secure down
there in t ...
"N'avez-vous pas--" she was bravely demanding of the clerk when she
saw that the bulky American who was standing there helplessly
dangling two flaming red silk stockings which a copiously coiffured
young woman assured him were bien chic was edging nearer her.
She was never so conscious o ...
The old man held the picture up before him and surveyed it with
admiring but disapproving eye. "No one that comes along this way'll
have the price for it," he grumbled. "It'll just set here 'till
doomsday."
Stubby had a route, and that was how he happened to get a dog. For the
benefit of those who have never carried papers it should be thrown
in that having a route means getting up just when there is really
some fun in sleeping, lining up at the Leader office--maybe
having a scrap with the ...
A breeze from the May world without blew through the class-room, and
as it lifted his papers he had a curious sense of freshness and
mustiness meeting. He looked at the group of students before him,
half smiling at the way the breath of spring was teasing the hair of
the girls sitting by the wi ...
Many visitors to the State-house made the mistake of looking upon
the Governor as the most important personage in the building. They
would walk up and down the corridors, hoping for a glimpse of some
of the leading officials, when all the while Freckles McGrath, the
real character of the Capito ...
Thus had another ideal tumbled to the rubbish heap! She seemed to be
breathing the dust which the newly fallen had stirred up among its
longer dead fellows. Certainly she was breathing the dust from
somewhere.
They began work at seven-thirty, and at ten minutes past eight every
hammer stopped. In the Senate Chamber and in the House, on the
stairways and in the corridors, in every office from the Governor's
to the custodian's they laid down their implements and rose to their
feet. A long whistle had s ...
When Martha Hale opened the storm-door and got a cut of the north wind,
she ran back for her big woolen scarf. As she hurriedly wound that round
her head her eye made a scandalized sweep of her kitchen. It was no
ordinary thing that called her away--it was probably further from
ordinary than an ...
The elements without were not in harmony with the spirit which it
was desired should be engendered within. By music, by gay
decorations, by speeches from prominent men, the board in charge of
the boys' reformatory was striving to throw about this dedication of
the new building an atmosphere of ...
Senator Harrison concluded his argument and sat down. There was no
applause, but he had expected none. Senator Dorman was already
saying "Mr. President?" and there was a stir in the crowded
galleries, and an anticipatory moving of chairs among the Senators.
In the press gallery the reporters bu ...
The Governor was sitting alone in his private office with an open
letter in his hand. He was devoutly and gloomily wishing that some
other man was just then in his shoes. The Governor had not devoted a
large portion of his life to nursing a desire of that nature, for he
was a man in whose soul ...
Scene: The kitchen in the now abandoned farmhouse of John Wright, a
gloomy kitchen, and left without having been put in order--unwashed pans
under the sink, a loaf of bread outside the breadbox, a dish towel on
the table--other signs of incompleted work. At the rear the outer door
opens,and ...