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If you want to know he's up to the Hospital. He's had his leg off, an'll have to walk on crutches." "So bad as that, I'm very sorry," said the stranger. "I've got to put up some orders see that sign?" and he pointed to one which read: "When You've transacted your Business, Think of Home, Sweet Home." "I beg your pardon, Mr. Strout, for taking so much of your valuable time. Do you know whether Mr.

Biff Perkins an' his gang o' gorillers is out thar somewhar, not fur off, huntin' a chance fur deviltry. I'd like mouty t' git a whack at they'uns. Nance'll keep. She's mine now, fast an' good, for ever, an'll wait fur me. Afore we wuz spliced I wuz afeered Zach Barnstable mout work some contrivance t' git her, but now she belongs t' me." The boys took him to their hearts more than ever.

"Why are all the stands closed this morning?" she asked of an urchin. "'Cause nawthing 's come ter town along of the fightin'." "Fighting?" "Guess you 're a deefy," contemptuously suggested the youngster. "Don't you hear them guns? The grenadiers went out lickety split this mornin' and folks says they've got Washington surrounded, an'll have him captured by night.

An' the Peace River's nigh to a garden. I 'lows Father Lefleur's a straight man, an'll set you on the right trail, Davi'. Yes, I guess we'll be gettin' on." Still there was no answer. Suddenly the giant swung round and looked at the spot where Davia had been standing. She had vanished. And Jean, solemn-eyed as any moose, stared stupidly at the place where her feet had rested.

I shouldered some of his hammers and we trudged along the road toward Antrim. "Throth, I know yer no ass, me bhoy, though Jamie's a good dale ov a mule, but yer Ma's got wit enough fur the family. That answer ye gave Misther Chaine was frum yer Ma. It was gey cute an'll git ye a job, I'll bate." I had something else to tell him, but I dreaded his critical mind.

"So you think he will come back again?" asked Constance eagerly. "Come back? Certainly he'll come back. He ain't made of sugar an' water. He'll not desart his flock long fer a pack of wicked fools. He knows the good Lord's with 'im, an'll not let his wark be ruined. I reckon that even now he's a-doin' his Master's will somewhar out on them mountains."

Turn your back on Reggie give him the cold shoulder see how he'll like it! And you pay your addresses to our young man. The mistress was a-telling me how he's made a partner with Mr. Boult an'll be rich as him, if not richer, some day. You'd drive your kerridge, my dear; and Reggie hisself couldn't give you more."

"They put him to bed," confessed Jessamy guiltily, "but he's nice an' comfortable, Ann, an'll be right as nine pence in th' morning." "What sort of a person was he?" I enquired. "A biggish chap, a bit too round an' wi' too much neck." "How often did ye hit him, Jess?" "Four times, Ann! Four times, an' one would ha' been plenty. Four times an' me preachin' forgiveness an' brotherly love "

Come awa hame wi' me, my dear; my wife's anither jist like mysel, an'll turn naething to ye but the smilin side o' her face, I s' un'ertak! She's a fine, herty, couthy, savin kin' o' wuman, my wife! Come ye til her, and see!" Isy rose to her feet. "Eh, but I would like to luik ance mair intil the face o' a bonny, clean wuman!" she said.

It'll be mair comfortabler, an'll keep ye oot o' the wat." Daddy submitted with a good grace, and felt more easy than usual, the table being very little higher than his chair. Mrs Winklemann was equally submissive and pleased. Covering the two pairs of legs with a blanket, old Liz produced some bread and cheese, and served out rations thereof to keep their minds engaged.