“Not since the old lumberyard burned,” added Jerry Hopkins, as he walked down the street, one arm linked in that of Ned Slade on his left, and the other hooked up with Bob Baker’s on his right. “It doesn’t seem possible that we’ve been drawn into this, after all the President did to keep us out; but it’s true.”
"You're going, aren't you, Ned?"
"Surest thing you know!"
"Will you be there, Bob?"
"Of course, Jerry. It ought to be quite a meeting, I should say."
"You said something!" exclaimed Ned Slade, with an air of conviction. "Things will whoop up in great shape. Why, there hasn't been so much excitement in Cresville since I can remember."
"Not since the old lumberyard burned," added Jerry Hopkins, as he walked down the street, one arm linked in that of Ned Slade on his left, and the other hooked up with Bob Baker's on his right. "It doesn't seem possible that we've been drawn into this, after all the President did to keep us out; but it's true."
[2]
"Of course it's true!" exclaimed Ned. "The President goes before Congress and asks for the whole strength of the nation to back him up, and defy Germany. And he gets it, too!"
"That's what he does," added Jerry. "It's one of the strongest declarations about the war I ever read; and we've had a chance to read a few in the last two years. America against Germany! I never expected it, but, now it's come, we'll have to get in it good and strong."
"And we've got to hustle, too!" added Bob Baker.
"That'll be something new for you, Chunky!" observed Jerry Hopkins, with a chuckle. "You're getting fatter than ever," and he caught some of his friend's superfluous flesh between thumb and finger and made Bob squirm.
"Quit it!" the latter begged. "What do you think I'm made of, anyhow?"
"I was just trying to find out," answered Jerry, innocently. "'Tisn't as firm as it might be, but when we get back to Boxwood Hall, and you have a little tennis or football to harden you up, I think you'll feel better."
"I'd feel better right now if you'd quit pinching me!" exclaimed the tormented one. "Try it on Ned a bit."
"Oh, he doesn't need waking up," laughed[3] Jerry. "But say, do we need tickets for this meeting to-night?"
"I don't believe so," remarked Bob, whose nickname of Chunky fitted him well. "But let's go down the street and read one of the notices. There's one in front of Porter's drug store. And while we're there we can--"
"Get chocolate sodas! I know you were going to say that!" broke in Ned. "Say, I thought you were on a diet, Chunky. The idea of taking chocolate! Don't you know it's fattening?"
"Who said anything about chocolate sodas?" demanded the fat one. "I didn't mention it!" and he glared at Ned. But Jerry was between the two.
"I know you didn't, little one!" returned Ned sweetly. "But you were going to, and I made it easy for you. However, I don't believe one chocolate will hurt you; and since you are going to buy--"
"Who said I was?" demanded Bob.
"Why, didn't you?" asked Ned, with an assumption of innocence. "I'm sure I heard Chunky invite us to have sodas. Didn't you, Jerry?"
"Sure!" was the ready answer. "Don't try to back out, Bob. It's too late."
"Well, it's of no use trying to buck up against a conspiracy like this," sighed the stout youth.[4] "I guess I've got the price," and he rattled some change in his pocket.
The trio of lads, nodding now and then to acquaintances they passed, kept on down the street until they reached Porter's drug store. In the window was a placard announcing a patriotic meeting to be held in the auditorium that evening, for the purpose, as it stated, of:
"Upholding President Wilson, and proving to him that Cresville approves of his course in declaring a state of war with Germany exists."
"No tickets needed," read Jerry. "It's a case of first come first served, I guess."
They entered the drug store, and soon were being served, talking, the while, of the coming patriotic meeting.
"Colonel Wentworth is going to preside," announced Ned.
"Yes, and there'll be enough rhetorical fireworks to stock a battleship," observed Jerry.
"Well, the old soldier means all right," added Bob, who seemed to be of a kind and mellow disposition, now that he was having something to eat. Eating, as may have been guessed, was one of Chunky's strong points. "There isn't a more patriotic citizen than Colonel Wentworth," went on the stout youth, stirring his chocolate ice-cream[5] soda to mix it well before drinking. "He did his share in the Spanish war, and now he's anxious to volunteer again, I hear."
"He's a little too old, isn't he?" asked Ned.
"Yes, but he's in fine shape. Well, we'll go to the meeting, anyhow, and help whoop things up."
"That's right!" chimed in Jerry Hopkins. "These are the days to show your colors."
It will be evident to the reader that the period of the opening of this story was in the spring, following the announcement of war between the United States and Germany.
Of the events leading up to that announcement nothing need be said here, for they are too well known. But even though every one who had closely followed the trend of thought and happenings, knew there was nothing for an honor-loving and conscientious nation to do except take the step advocated by President Wilson, still the actual declaration that a state of war existed, when it was made, came as a shock.
Then followed the reaction. A reaction which resulted in the holding of many meetings, in the organization of many societies and in new activities in many that were already organized.
The New England town of Cresville, the home of Ned, Bob and Jerry, was no exception to this rule. It was a progressive town, or small city if[6] you will, and numbered among its members citizens of worth and patriotism. So it is not strange that a meeting should be called to "back up" the President.
The meeting had its inception with Colonel Wentworth, a Son of the Revolution, an officer in the Spanish-American war, where he had fought with the regulars both in Cuba and in the Philippines, and an all-around true-hearted and red-blooded American. He felt that Cresville should make her position known, and in order to stir her blood, as well as add fuel to his own, he proposed the holding of a patriotic mass meeting, at which a number of speakers should be heard. A United States Senator had promised to come and tell something of the events leading up to the formal declaration of war.
Ned, Bob and Jerry, home from their college, Boxwood Hall, for the Easter vacation, had read the notices of the meeting, and, having followed with interest the course of events in America preceding the entrance of the United States into the war and also having closely observed the course of England, France, Russia and Italy against a common enemy, had decided to attend the meeting.
They had planned to take a motor trip to a distant city, to attend a concert by the Boxwood Hall Glee Club and a dance afterward, at which the[7] boys expected to meet some young ladies in whom they were more than ordinarily interested. But when Jerry had seen the notices posted for the patriotic rally he had said to his chums:
"Fellows, the dance racket is off! We've got to show ourselves at the auditorium."
"That's right," Ned had answered. "Dad's a great friend of the colonel's, and he's going with mother. He told me I ought to show myself there, and I guess we'll have to."
So it was decided, and, a few hours after having been the guests of Chunky at the soda fountain, Ned and Jerry, with their stout companion, found themselves part of a throng at the door of the town auditorium, a newly constructed meeting place.
"Some push!" exclaimed Ned, as he felt himself being carried forward in the crush, for the doors had just been opened.
"It's going to be a success all right," added Jerry. "They'll never get 'em all in!"
The hall was, indeed, filled, and standing room was at the proverbial premium when Colonel Wentworth, visibly proud of the success of his undertaking, advanced to welcome the gathering and to introduce the first speaker.
There was the speaking usual at such a meeting, only this time it was tinged with a deeper note of seriousness. America had not yet awakened[8] to the realization of what war really meant, and was going to mean. And some of the speakers tried to bring this home to the people of Cresville.
The meeting was rather long, and even though they were as full of fire, zeal, energy and patriotism as any person there, Ned, Bob and Jerry, after two hours of speech-making, began to wish themselves out of the place. They felt they had done their duty, and were longing for a little change, when it came, most unexpectedly.
They were sitting in the rear of the hall, close to the main entrance doors, when Ned heard a sound that made him suddenly sit up.
"Hear that?" he asked, in a whisper, of Jerry.
"What?"
"Fire alarm! It's from the box down near dad's store! I'm going to see what it is!"
He rose softly, so as not to disturb the speaker. The sound of the alarm could be plainly heard. Bob and Jerry also arose and made their way out, as did several others. An undercurrent of excitement seemed to pervade the meeting. As the boys reached the door, there came from the street a cry of fear.
Jack Ranger's Western Trip From Boarding School to Ranch and Range by Clarence Young
The Motor Boys on the Pacific; Or, the Young Derelict Hunters by Clarence Young
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”