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...Newark one Chin Hin, a member of the Hip Sing Tong, locked the thin door of his hall-bedroom, went to sleep. He was awakened by a soft repeated, terrifying knocking on the door. Summoning all his courage, he flung it open. There was no one outside. He returned to bed. An interval of silence; the sound began again. Once more Chin Hin, with cold sweat starting from him, threw open the door; once more he was met by vacancy. He turned his key; almost instantly, the knocking was resumed. Chin Hin, deranged by terror, jumped out of the window...
Dreamy Aunt Priscilla fed Mamma some silvery "mushrooms," which filled The Maples with a thin screaming for three days. That left Victor in charge of his sisters...
...house the rent of which he had paid as City Councillor, Mayor, State Legislator, Lieutenant-Governor, Governor, Vice President ?and which, as President, he owns. He had come that he might see, and that his wife might see a sternly sweet old lady. Elmira, mother of Grace Goodbue. Thin white hair gathered closely about her head, broad white lace neatly pinned about throat, an erect figure in which much strength remains-that is what one would have seen had he steepped indoors with the President...
...Significance. Editor Ellery Sedgwick of The Atlantic Monthly lately assured the English that they were a most unprejudiced people who regarded toleration as a cardinal virtue. Here is further evidence for that contention, so far as English authors are concerned. The Monkey Puzzle, slightly awkward, a bit thin-blooded, is still visibly related to Shaw's Candida. Powy's Mr. Trasker's Gods...
...GOAT AND COMPASSES? Martin Armstrong?Harper ($2.00) You gaze down at people from the church steeple of Crome one sea-windy day: thin Susan Furly marching from door to door with the parish magazine; buxom Bella Jorden, preening her black silk on the porch of the Goat and Compasses; Rose Jorden talking furtively with some man through a hedge; old Mrs. Dunk, the charwoman, pottering about the graveyard; plump-breasted Sally Dunk, flirting boldly in the lane. Of an evening you hear the local males talking at the inn, Crome's moral centre. By night, the sleeping selves...