“Your sister says she tried to put you through college,” Longarm replied as they headed on down the sandstone sidewalk, deserted like the most of the business district at that hour, save for an island of bright lights every quarter mile or so, where a saloon, a tobacco shop, or chili parlor still found it profitsome to stay open after quitting time.

figgy duff - boiled pudding with raisins

So this was my future home, I thought! […] Backed by towering hills, the but faintly discernible purple line of the French boundary off to the southwest, a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

Fortunately for England ſhe is yet on the peaceable ſide of the Rubicon; but as the flames once kindled are not alway eaſily extinguiſhed, the hopes of peace are not ſo clear as before the late myſterious diſpute began.