The sunny South develops a different view of life, a different literature and a different art from the lightless North. Here a clear smiling sky and a joyful disposition in a cheerish mind, […]

Finally Ms. Dorchester announced that she was calling the defendant, Preston Oliver, to the stand. You'd have thought she was going to give him an Academy Award the way she escorted him to the box. he certainly deserved one. He'd sat at the defense table all day smirking or looking bored out of his mind, but the minute he hit the witness stand, he was the portrait of a concerned citizen, just there to do the right thing. You'd never have known he was on trial for a felony.

Couriers were ablegated from all points of the vicinage, to secure the adjuments of pharmacopolists, chirurgeons, and even of amethodists; but their prescriptions had no consimilitude.

The story struck the depressingly familiar note with which true stories ring in the tried ears of experienced policemen.[…]The second note, the high alarum, not so familiar and always important since it indicates the paramount sin in Man's private calendar, took most of them by surprise although they had been well prepared.