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"Came off the water at 3. Found my man alive, and, thank God, quiet. Sat with him, and thought him going once or twice. What a mystery that long, insensible death-struggle is! Why should they be so long about it? Got back at 10:30, and sit writing to you. So goes one's day. All manner of incongruous things to do and the very incongruity keeps one beany and jolly. Your letter was delightful.
"Wait till you get to it, can't you?" said the other twin, glaring fiercely at himself, or so it seemed to the boys watching. "We ain't come to that. But we seen the coat all right. Well, we got on our wheels and started home." "I had the paper in my pocket," interrupted Beany. "Yes," said Porky simply. "Beany's pants was new.
Porky felt a sting as the bullet grazed his shoulder. Then Hen's weapon barked just once! The revolver dropped from the Wolf's hand, a strange, blank look spread over his face, and he sank to his knees. Beany, flat on the floor behind him, jumped to his feet.
Beany wanted me to ask him but i dident dass to because i let my rooster out to fite J. Alberts last Sunday and J. Albert dont believe in fiting roosters. last night he was setting on his steps with some company and he had on his best lavender britches and his best blew coat.
In that second, Beany made a light, steel-muscled bound, swung his legs up and out, using the spy's breast as a brace, turned a somersault over his head, dropping to the floor behind him. It was so quick, so unexpected, that the Wolf could not keep his hold, and Beany dropped to the floor, crying, "Shoot!" A revolver cracked, but it was in the Wolf's hand.
You ain't the same boy, are you? Feller went over to the Hospital." "Hurt much?" said the boys. "There you go again! Why, he limped, and I'll bet he's lame to-morrow but I guess he ain't in a dyin' condition." The boys watched while the unfortunate young horse was loaded on the truck, then turned toward the hospital. "What you got?" said Beany, "A sore throat?" "I say not," cried his brother.
Aug. 11. brite and fair. i cant help laffing every time i think of Pewt getting licked. it is a good one on Pewt. Aug. 12. brite and fair. tonite me and Beany tride the same trick on Nipper. we saw Nip go down town and we rung Bill Greenleefs bell 2 times before Nip come back. we hid in old Ike Shutes porch and peeked out of a little window.
"That's a symptom of scarlet fever. They would jug us in the detention ward. I'm goin' to have a splittin' headache." "That's scarlet fever too," said his brother. "Pick somethin' a boy's apt to have." "Hot dogs then," said Beany. "I got an awful pain." A delightful, dimply nurse met them at the Hospital.
He had nearly reached the Administration Building when he heard Asa calling his name. Beany turned and waited while the other pounded up. "I remembered," he said in a relieved tone. "Gee, for a while I couldn't think but now I can! He smiles just like our collie when he's goin' to bite the mailman. That's just who he smiles like!"
Apr. 27. brite and fair. me and Beany saw old Nat today. we aint got enny chink. if i hadent paid that money to those hampton falls men for pluging roten eggs at there cows i should have sum. all i can rase is thirty five cents and Beany can rase fifteen cents. Fatty Gilman most always has lots of chink.
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