Robert Young

“ You know Robert writes much better than he speaks, and I copied over and over again his account of the poor young man to go with the cards. ‘Caroline Otway Allen, aged seven years, whole orphan, daughter of Captain Allen, l07th Regiment;’ yes, that’s the way it ran.”
“The year I was at Vienna, and Robert went out to China. That was eleven years ago. She must be the very child, for she is only eighteen. They sent her to Miss Heath’s to grow a little older, for though she was at the head of everything at the asylum, she looks so childish that they can’t send her out as a governess. ”

“ When remembering Rosemary, it is fitting that one should think of the sun and the sky. It is equally fitting that one should think of the snow and the rain. For Rosemary is nothing if she is not all of these things. ”

“ Hunters hunting with incredible silver guns, skimming along the roads to the hills and the forests in fantastic vehicles, alighting by roadsides and lumbering across fields to timber stands; routing out the people from elms and oaks and maples and locusts and even sumac, flushing them out like rabbits and shooting them down in cold blood with blinding shards of bullets. ”

“ There had been the sad susurrus of the worms working, and the glowing of colorful cocoons in the gloom, and in the processing sheds there had been the relentless turning of the automatic reels and the tiny corpses falling to the floor, one by one, and the boy Nathaniel, obsessed with thoughts of death, had wondered why more of the larvae were not spared the ignominy of the heat-treatment ovens and allowed to attain the apotheosis that was their birthright, not knowing then the senseless selfishness of mankind. ”

“ When that day came he felt that he and his father would be able to drink together on equal terms. By the time that he was fourteen he was already taller than John Fellows, and meant to grow a lot taller still. He was going to be strong and to learn boxing: perhaps, in a few years’ time, he would be able to strip and fight in one of the boxing-booths at the wakes: perhaps, in stripes of chocolate and yellow, he might even play football for Mawne United and talk like a brother with the great George Harper.
In this manly, indefinite future, women had no place. He had never had a sister ”

“ The miners up to Rainbow thought the world of him. They'd get round him an' get him to talkin' of London. Little devil, he never had no money in his life. Don't yet hardly know what money's for. Steal? Him! Rainbow she played out, so we come down here to winter——"
They crossed the river. Its high rocky banks showed how angry it could be when swollen by the winter rains. Hales kept to the foot log, but Burton, in hip boots, waded in, walk ing easily through the tumbling current.
They came into the street of Diamond Gulch. No one was in sight. They came near the Ohio House. ”

“ Bartlett."
The shock of finding him on my doorstep had left me numb. But I remembered my rights. "You've no right to ask me questions," I said. "I'm a single man."
"I was invested with the right today when you applied for a wife. A husband-to-be is as securely bound to the laws of matrimony as an actual husband is."
He began to move through the doorway. I either had to get out of the way or be pushed aside. I got out of the way. Taigue shut the door behind him and sat down in the parlorette chair. ”

“ He had never cut off more than the joint of a finger from a human being.
"You boys git out o' here now," Mrs. Jones repeated, having taken the lantern from Pete Gubbins, and removing the chimney was preparing to wash it so that all the light from the flame would be at the service of the doctor. The miners had a habit of saying that Maw Jones washed everything she got her hands on, which was nearly true.
The men, with slow heavy steps, their eyes toward Yank, backed out reluctantly. ”

“ He entitled the four volumes which he published himself, "The Works of the Author of the Night Thoughts." While it is remembered that from these he excluded many of his writings, let it not be fogotten that the rejected pieces contained nothing prejudicial to the cause of virtue, or of religion. Were every thing that Young ever wrote to be published, he would only appear perhaps in a less respect able light as a poet, and more despicable as a dedicator: he would not pass for a worse Christian, or for a worse man. This enviable praise is due to Young. ”

“ Hit's all in the d'y's work,” said Mr. Juggins.
Men picked up pieces of canvas, took swabs, buckets and coal. They moved off slowly.
Matt Ward laughed. His body swayed a little, and his red face was very red. He held on to the poop rail, watching, though his eyes were a little blurred.
“Get halong there,” said Juggins to Clobb.
“I'm no damn collier!”
“Hu ain't, huh? Hu ain't no syler neither. Hu didn't know a deck-'ouse frum a chicken coop when hu come ha-board. Stow hur jawtackle han' turn to,” said Mr. Juggins not unkindly, for his own heart was not in the work. ”

“ Robson, the old playgoer, declares that Young was rather a fine declaimer than a fine actor. He had many admirers and friends on the French stage, among whom may be counted Talma.
Young's portrait, coloured, as the Stranger, by M. W. Sharp, accompanies his life in Terry's ‘British Theatrical Gallery.’ A portrait as King John, by Sir Edwin Landseer, two likenesses by George Harlowe, and a picture as Hamlet by De Wilde are in the Mathews collection in the Garrick Club. ”

“ Charles Young, after passing a restless novitiate in a merchant’s office (the more restless, probably, as he thought of two personages—the bright, gipsy-looking boy who had acted in his father’s dining-room, and the Volumnia of Mrs. Siddons, as she triumphed in the tragedy of Coriolanus) , went upon the stage, triumphed in his turn, and assumed the sole guardianship and support of the mother he loved.
Young’s father was a remarkably detestable person. He never seems to have forgiven his sons for the affection which they manifested towards their mother. ”

“ As they looked there came a shower of others through the air. Several of them hit on the rock, broke, and a shower of white scattered all about.
“What in the world are they?” asked Bob.
He ran toward the professor. No sooner had he emerged out of the dense forest into the clearing than a regular hail of the round objects fell all about him. One struck him on the shoulder and the boy was glad enough to retreat.
“What’s it all about?” asked Ned.
“The monkeys are bombarding the professor with cocoanuts,” said Bob, gasping for breath after his run. ”

“ Don José quickly stepped backward, making sure to be beyond the reach of hands that might grab him, and his hand settled at his right hip as he tossed aside a cigaret.
"He pushed me!" squawked Fletcher.
"You, sir, are drunk!" said a powerful voice as the shadow of a big man fell across Fletcher. "Nobody pushed you. If you can't carry your liquor like a gentleman, keep sober, sir!"
Fletcher looked up into the large and now severe face of Judge Deering, and said impertinently:
"You'd better keep out o' this, you had, old Pot-Belly!" ”

“ Yuh can't get crost. No man c'd get crost!"
"I go, señor!"
"She's shore deep an' swift. Yuh're a fool," said another voice.
"For Mr. Cleefton I have a message. He will be at Heekery Bar?"
"Yeah. But a drowned man like you'll be can't deliver much of a message."
"I do not drown, señors. No. I mus' go, now."
"Yuh don't look an idjit, but yuh are. We'll all go down an' watch yuh get drown'."
Ferdinand dismounted and led his mule. The miners with stumbling tramp walked along near him, thinking that when he saw the river he would turn back. ”

“ Let me see—Widdup, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
A mortar-board topped the palings. “Ingleby—What’s this? What’s this? What are you doing there?”
A moment of brilliant inspiration.
“Widdup and I were fooling, sir, and he chucked my cap over the fence. May I get it, sir?”
“Serious—very serious,” muttered the Head. “The letter of the law. Race-week. You’re out of bounds, you know—technically out of bounds. Boys have been expelled for less. Yes, expelled. Ruin your whole career.”
Edwin saw that he was in a good humour; saw, in the same flash, the too-literal Widdup, white with fear. ”

“ At that instant Bob heard some one come galloping up on a horse. It seemed to be a messenger, for he heard the steed come to a stop, while a man jumped down and began talking rapidly in Spanish.
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“What is it? Has Bob’s father sent the money?” asked Noddy.
“Money? No!” snapped the leader of the brigands. “But the soldiers are after us! We must get out of here!”
Bob’s heart thrilled with hope. Perhaps, after all, Maximina had been able to send help. He almost laughed in his happiness, thinking he would soon be free. ”

“ In cold climates a fellow may find it convenient to do a little work to get his blood circulating. But not at Lelela. Williams must have got his brother the chief to take an interest, for everybody from babies to doddering ancients turned to and made so much clatter and bustle that my absence was not noticed. Yet the crew had a rich, glorious time. Work was like play; play like what it always was in those unchristianized days. Everything that a generous Creator, who must have loved the old Samoans well, had bestowed in the way of food was laid at the feet of the men ”

“ He goes mooching about in those old felt slippers of his, and you never know where he is. The other day he came into the long box-room when Griff and I were there playing Nap. You couldn’t tell he was coming. He’s like a damned old tomcat. I can’t think how you stick him, Ingleby. . . .”
“I don’t, really,” Edwin confessed.
“And old Griff says he follows him like a shadow. Just lately he’s taken to haunting the swimming-bath. I don’t know what he goes there for. He never used to. He never goes in. I don’t suppose the fat beast can swim.”
“He could float . . .” said the practical Widdup. ”

“ The blacks, with yells of triumph, were bearing the dead dog off for a feast. No doubt they would have much preferred to have a Portuguese.
A third boat, loaded, was leaving the Friedrich.
The white men from off the Sally Martin slouched dispiritedly down on the landing. They had not been given arms. They were not given arms.
Hawkins was with Malua and the Samoans, who, grouped under the trees, were at a strategic point between the landing and the walled garden.
There was a disturbing uneasiness within me, and no hope. Williams, I told myself, did not have a chance. ”

“ Set the outposts and be ready with warning. I'll roast alive the man that fails!"
A hurried murmuring started up; the men were choosing from among themselves who was to stand guard. Then the guards vanished.
The thickset man swung wearily from his horse, a beautiful animal, looked angrily at Hales, peered under scowling brows at Burton, tossed the reins at a man nearby, and said:
"I, señor, am Don Gil Diego, for twenty years raiser and trainer of horses on the de Sola rancho. I hate all gringos!" ”

“ No, I never heard of him.”
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“He hasn’t been mining very long,” explained Ned. “He just got back from the war—same as we did.”
“Do you think you’ll ever go back West to the mines?” asked Bob, as the boys moved on toward their car, for there was little now that they could do. On all sides could be heard murmurs of admiration over their promptness in saving the lives of the imperiled ones.
“Oh, yes, I reckon so,” was the answer. “Once you get to be as old as I am it’s hard to give up the gold-mining craze. ”

“ The others saw the destruction on every side, caused by the high wind. Scarcely a street but what was littered with debris, and many houses were uninhabitable by reason of being unroofed or through the breaking of water and drain pipes.
“We’ve got to get busy and help!” exclaimed Ned. “See! there’s another volunteer corps being organized. Let’s join it. We can’t get any wetter; and it will help to take Bob’s mind off his trouble,” Ned added in lower tones to Jerry.
“You’re right, old man. Work is the best thing for that. Come on, Bob, let’s get busy. You, too, Andy Rush!” ”

“ A drunken man in a far corner, heavily leaning on a table, shifted his chair to rise, but the exertion did not seem worth the advantage of drawing near, so he held his head up for a moment, peering vacantly, then let it fall.
"You didn't come from Diamon'. Not today you didn't," said a miner. "I was down 'bout an hour ago. Had a look at the river. Last man that come through from Diamon' was that gambler feller——"
"Ah, you speak of Señor Cleefton?" ”

“ An’ he shut the door, jest as if you boys would bother him,—Well, it takes all sorts of people to make a world. I don’t s’pose you or I will ever meet him again.”
Mr. Hitter was not destined to, but the boys had not seen the last of the strangely acting man, who soon afterward played a strange part in their lives.
“What you chaps after, anyhow?” went on the freight agent, when he had put the money in the safe.
“Our motor boat’s smashed!” exclaimed Bob. “We want damages for her! How are we going to get ’em?” ”

“ Clobb, his deep-set eyes angrily aglow, said he'd be damned if he touched wet canvas to it.
The Portuguese and half-breeds chattered.
Brundage, who had become a sort of bosun's mate about the deck—and men who had no liking for him had respect—asked from whom the order came. Mr. Juggins said:
“The cap'n.”
An unidentified voice gave a contemptuous, “Bu-uah—cap'n!”
Mr. Juggins pretended not to hear. He was inside a crowding circle and could not have found who said it.
Sam-O, with much rolling of eyes, puffed noisily and pulled at the collar of a red cotton shirt; it was no way to treat white men. ”