bricks shy of a load

Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.

But, as the keel of the boats touched bottom, each boat-load dashed into the water and then into the enemy's fire.

Longcluse looked animated—smiling; but a stupendous load lay on his heart.