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"What you've gone through and I don't give a cuss what it is ain't a marker for what's going to happen if yuh don't loosen up on the history," said Jack Bates firmly. Andy smoked hungrily while he surveyed the lot.

She relinquished her umbrella, and they walked off together. "What on earth is the matter with that man?" asked Jennie, her eyes on the receding couple; then she glanced at Westerfelt, and added, with a little giggle, "What's the matter with you?" Westerfelt seemed not to hear. "Mr. Bates looks like he's lost his best friend," went on the irrepressible girl.

Missouri voted solid for her candidate, Bates, who also received a scattering tribute from other delegations. But all these compliments were of little avail to their recipients, for far above each towered the aggregates of the leading candidates: Seward, 173-1/2; Lincoln, 102.

"You're worth three men," said the storekeeper. "Got light boots?" "Yes," said the girl, thrilled and quivering. "You run git 'em!" said Mrs. Bates, "and git your good lantern. I'll be gitting another lantern, and some whiskey. Poor little fellers! I hope to God they're all sneakin' home afraid of a lickin'! this very minute.

By Eighteen Hundred Forty-eight, the confining walls of the school had become intolerable to Wallace, and he started away on a wild-goose chase to Brazil, with a chum by the name of Henry Walter Bates, an ardent entomologist.

I've got to stick round here till six in the morning," grinned the policeman. "Well, cheer-o, mate." "Cheer-o." Bates looked in on his master before retiring for the night. "What time shall I call you, sir?" he said. Theydon was in the pipe and book stage, having exchanged his dress coat for a smoking jacket.

Promise me that you won't give us away!" "I cannot promise you," said Montague, laughing in spite of himself, "until you tell me what it is." "I'm afraid you are not going to like it," said Bates. "It was a mean trick to play on you, but I was desperate. I didn't dare take the risk myself, and Rodney wasn't dressed for the occasion." "You haven't introduced your friend," said Montague.

Taylor winked and nodded, and the friends departed, not displeased to get away from the stuffy and vitiated atmosphere of Taylor's room. On the whole, they were not dissatisfied with the result of their expedition. At any rate, they had now proof positive of the fact that Fenwick was at the bottom of the mysterious disappearance of the man called Bates.

"Not much of a haggler, are you, Katie?" said Mrs. Bates. "Why don't you ask what rooms you're to have, and what I'll pay you, and how much work you'll have to do, and if you take charge of the farm, and how we share up?"

Mrs. and Miss Bates occupied the drawing-room floor; and there, in the very moderate-sized apartment, which was every thing to them, the visitors were most cordially and even gratefully welcomed; the quiet neat old lady, who with her knitting was seated in the warmest corner, wanting even to give up her place to Miss Woodhouse, and her more active, talking daughter, almost ready to overpower them with care and kindness, thanks for their visit, solicitude for their shoes, anxious inquiries after Mr.