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For a moment he stood staring very steadily into the bartender's eyes, a great deal of significance in his look. Blackie returned his stare steadily. "You're lucky, Buck," he offered colourlessly. "Meaning to get the Poison Hole? Yes. It's the best cow range I ever saw." "Meanin' to pack five thousan' aroun' in your tail pocket an' get away with it with this stick-up gang workin' the country."
I remember that I even heard a mockin'-bird wake up about midnight as I tied my hoss to a lim' in the orchard nearby, an' slipped aroun' to meet Kathleen at the bars behin' the house. It was a half mile to the house an' I was slippin' through the sugar-maple trees along the path we'd both walked so often befo' when I saw what I thought was Kathleen comin' towards me. I ran to meet her.
"A leetle mo' gloryin' aroun' an' I'd hev kem ter the eend o' my row, an' hev hed ter begin over agin." He spoke with acrimony, reviewing the jeopardy in which his repertoire had been placed.
"Now there's the old man he's too lazy to wuck he's like all parsons, he'd rather preach aroun' all his life on a promise of heaven than to wuck on earth for cash!" "How did I ever come to marry Hillard Watts? Wal, he wa'n't that triflin' when I married him. He didn't have so much religiun then. But I've allers noticed a man's heredity for no-countness craps out after he's married.
Rolf Quigley is sign enough, if ye want signs in 'lections, with money, an' frien's, an' a term of office, an' the reg'lar nominee o' the party, an' ye jes' an independent candidate. No star a-waggin' a tale aroun' the sky air haffen ez dangerous ter yer 'lection ez him. An' he ain't lookin' at no comic!
Dock Heaters has been a-blowin' hit aroun' that he has beat my time with you. I don't believe it Jane, fur after keepin' me waitin' all these years, I don't believe you'd go back on me. You know I've allus loved you, ever sence we was little children together." The girl was silent until he leaned over and said in pleading tones, "What do you say, Jane?" "I hain't fitten fur you, Bud."
And as Bayne Trevors got unsteadily to his feet and sank slumping into the chair offered him, two big tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The first tears in many a year, the tears of a strong man broken for the first time in his life. "Sand did it!" grunted Melvin. "Just sand, Carson." "I'll stick aroun' an' see he moves on, Bud," Carson followed Lee to say. "Oh, he'll go.
Pooty soon,'long comes sich a spruce young nigger a-sailin' down de room wid a yaller wench roun' de wais'; an' roun an' roun' an roun' dey went, enough to make a body drunk to look at 'em; an' when dey got abreas' o' me, dey went to kin' o' balancin' aroun' fust on one leg an' den on t'other, an' smilin' at my big red turban, an' makin' fun, an' I ups an' says 'GIT along wid you! rubbage! De young man's face kin' o' changed, all of a sudden, for 'bout a second, but den he went to smilin' ag'in, same as he was befo'. Well, 'bout dis time, in comes some niggers dat played music and b'long' to de ban', an' dey NEVER could git along widout puttin' on airs.
At night I jist say, 'Thank ye, Father! In th' mornin' I say 'Morra, Father, how's all up aroun' th' throne this mornin'?" "An' does He spake t' ye back?" "Ov coorse, d'ye think He's got worse manners nor me? He says, 'Hello, Willie, says He. 'How's it wi' ye this fine mornin'? 'Purty fine, Father, purty fine, says I. But tell me, bhoy, was there a girl aroun' whin that feelin' struck ye?"
'I'm goin' to quit, he says, 'on'y I want to see wan more good fire, he says. 'A rale good ol' hot wan, he says, 'with th' win' blowin' f'r it an' a good dhraft in th' ilivator-shaft, an' about two stories, with pitcher-frames an' gasoline an' excelsior, an' to hear th' chief yellin': "Play 'way, sivinteen. What th' hell an' damnation are ye standin' aroun' with that pipe f'r?
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