Sally Dows and Other Stories

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Page 24 - the only thing she cares for.” Courtland looked up, recovering his usual cheerful calm. “Well, I think that after luncheon I ‘ll pay my respects to her family. From what you have just told me the farm is certainly an experiment worth seeing. I suppose your father will have no objection to give me a
Page 81 - that girl who has laughed at their foolishness; let them even think that he wants that girl to mix up the family and the race and the property for him, and there ain'ta young or old fool that believes in So'th'n isolation as the price of So'th'n salvation that would n't rise against yo'! There is
Page 27 - to be seen; they were evidently attending to their respective duties. Dismounting, Courtland tied his horse to a post at the office door and took the smaller path to the corner house. The door was open to the fragrant afternoon breeze wafted through the rose and jessamine. So also was a side door opening from the
Page 35 - smilingly waived his proffered hand to help. her up, and the two gravely set to work. But in the intervals of hammering and tying up the vines Miss Sally's tongue was not idle. Her talk was as fresh, as quaint, as original as herself, and yet so practical and to the purpose of Courtland's visit as
Page 226 - s got a free, gaudy, pictercovered style with the boys, but that she can be gilt-edged when she wants to. Rowley Meade — him ez hed his skeip pulled over his eyes at one stroke, foolin' with a she bear over on Black Mountain — allows it would be rather monotonous in him
Page 98 - with the Federal laws, when you must appeal to the Federal authorities. I prefer you should avoid any trouble until you are sure.” “I reckon they won't try any games on me,” said the negro with a short laugh. Courtland looked at him intently. “I thought as much! You ‘re carrying arms,
Page 266 - s dreadfully hard to do. You know you take a long rope with a slipknot, and you throw it around your head so, and “.— “Hark!” said Marie, with a dramatic start, and her finger on her small mouth, “he comes!” There was the clear roll of wheels along the smooth, frozen carriage sweep towards
Page 106 - Yes, and I hope you ‘11 be able to do it, now,” said Courtland calmly, his face giving no sign of his conviction that Cato's fate was doomed by that single retaliating blow, “but you ‘ll be safer at the quarters.” He passed into his bedroom, took a revolver from his
Page 219 - join Marion, and the two are goin' back to Virginy, where I guess they won't trouble Californy again. Ye know now, deary,” he went on, speaking with difficulty through Mrs. Bunker's clinging arms and fast dripping tears, “why I did n't heave to to say ‘good-by.' But it ‘s all over now — I ‘ye
Page 197 - grayer water — but they were not his. She glanced half mechanically seaward, and her eyes became suddenly fixed. There was no mistake! She knew the rig! — she could. see the familiar white lap-streak as the vessel careened on the starboard tack — it was her husband's schooner slowly creeping out of the Golden Gate! PART

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