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...method of execution consisted generally of shooting the victim in the stomach and watching him die. Other well authenticated tales of his methods are not fit for publication. During the war ho had been an officer in the imperial army and was of a good family...
...Manhattan in the kitchen of a restaurant, one Ho Kee, a cook, was mixing curry. A slight noise made him glance behind him; a face like a soiled lemon wafer leered at him from the shadow of a barrel; a roaring flash filled the kitchen. The shot that killed him scorched his apron; he was buried with a .38 calibre revolver in his right hand that he might be equipped to revenge his murder in the next world...
...found her wandering through the streets of Weehawken, N. J., weeping with the fierce, cloudly bitterness of one deranged by shock. He spoke gently to her. She did not know where she was going. She did not know where she had come from. That was why she was crying. Ho, but the officer knew what this meant! It was some disease they had when they talked like that; he had read about it in the papers many's the time; magnesia was the name of it, or rhodesia, or one of them. He took her to the North Hudson hospital...
...again. Miss Ryan removed her footwear altogether, began to scuttle about the court in stocking feet. The score at that point was 4-2 in her favor in the first set, and Miss Wills was just beginning a rally with which she obviously intended to take the set. But ho! Miss Ryan led the national champion up to the net with short chops, trapped her with deep chops to the baseline, won the set, 6-3. In the next set, she again carried the attack to Miss Wills. Her low, back-bouncing chops on the wet court made the champion...
...three strides, Prince de Bourbon was in front, Backbone close behind him. The obliging gentlemen gasped. First furlong. Backbone, already dizzy, had slipped back. The mile. Prince de Bourbon was lengths in front. The obliging gentlemen loosed their striped collars with trembling forefingers. But ho!-American Flag, in second place, was behaving queerly. Jockey Johnson, on his back, did not lift his hands, raise his whip. But American Flag bounded past Prince de Bourbon as if the latter were shod with billets. To his owner, Samuel D. Riddle, went the stakes, and a great silver basket donated by the late...