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...Perez sought the aid of one Dr. Lois, who treated the baby for a month. It died. Ramon Perez sharpened his knife and went to the doctor's house. The medico was not there. He had gone to the drug store. Señor Perez strode into the crowded shop, walked up to the doctor, stabbed him to death...
...Baltimore, an aged pianist whose eyes looked out of caverns that fatigue had carved in his sombre face, struck up "Maryland, My Maryland." The chords strode across a half-empty Armory, coming faintly to the ears of a far younger musician, who sat in a chair thickly padded with blankets and thumped dully at another keyboard. These two-Professor Camillo Baucia, "champion marathon pianist of Europe," and B. G. Burt of Jamestown, N. Y., U. S. champion-had been playing continuously for over 52 hours. They had played all the tunes they knew; the pianos were going flat; only...
Bishop Manning, with a silver trowel in his hand, strode down the aisle in swishing panoply until he confronted an enormous block of golden Poughkeepsie granite propped up in the south end of the Cathedral by a block and tackle. Trustee George W. Wickersham described how, in the pit prepared for the stone, lay a copper box, 18 inches long, lined with tin, filled with relics of the Church, lists of contributors, newspapers, American coins. Then, while the people repeated the Lord's Prayer, the Bishop traced the sign of the cross upon the rock with his trowel; Architect...
...turned away from the brilliant stage, and strode down a side street into blue shadows. I felt the rolling, uneven footing of brick. A narrow walk it was, and scarce wide enough for two; often I brushed against rough walls. Once when a lamp sent out a swelling yellow glow I saw an ancient house, primly white, with great green shutters bent forward a little, standing in silence as if listening to ghostly voices and the clump of buckled shoes, now so long silent...
...moving column of priests, over the officers of the council, over the richly vested phalanx of Bishops who brought up the rear. The thurifers entered the Church. There was a rustle as the multitude stood up. Then candles were lit, hymn books opened, and to the thunder that darkly strode from the organ pipes, the chanting voices of a choir of monks and the solemn soundless rhythm of the censers swinging on their chains from the wrists of the thurifers, the procession moved up the aisle. First went the priests, severe in white surplices, black cassocks; the officials...