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She never see a cow that near in all her life before, 'n' she says 'f that 's the way they look face to, she ain't surprised 't folks sit a little back when milkin'. It was nigh to on to her, 'n' you know yourself 't the bridge is narrow 'n' Mrs. Macy ain't. Well, Mrs. Lathrop, you c'n believe me or not jus' 's you please, 'cause it 'll be Mrs.
"The new sign 'll read 'Harum & Comp'ny, or 'Harum & Lenox, jest as you elect. You c'n put in what money you got an' I'll put in as much more, which 'll make cap'tal enough in gen'ral, an' any extry money that's needed wa'al, up to a certain point, I guess I c'n manage. Now putty much all the new bus'nis has come in through you, an' practically you got the hull thing in your hands.
"But I reckon you know your own business best." He smiled slightly. "I don't think there's any use of you an' me meetin' again I don't want to be goin' on, bein' a dummy man that you c'n watch. But I'm glad to have amused you some an' I have enjoyed myself, talkin' to you. But I reckon you've done what you wanted to do, an' so I'll be gettin' along."
He leaned over and presented a cold, hard face to that of Mr. Beales Chadsey, of Louisville, Kentucky. "Tha's all right, Captain," leered Chadsey, mockingly. "I got a card. No harm done. Here you are. You c'n see me any time you want Hotel Buckingham, Fifth Avenue and Fiftieth Street. I got a right to speak to anybody I please, where I please, when I please. See?"
But I jes' feel as sure as c'n be, that befo' the census-taker gets through hyeh, I'm goin' to be heated up clar through." "But why?" queried the lad again. "The questions are plain enough, and there was practically no trouble at the last census. I think it's a fine thing, and every one ought to be glad to help. And it's so important, too!" "Important!" protested the old man.
His shrill laugh rang high above the rest at the table, as he said: "I'm the youngest man in this crowd, sir! Demmit, I bet a hat I c'n dance down any man in this crowd; yes, sir. The old man can do it yet." They all took sides in order to please him. "I'll bet he can," said Hugh McTurg; "I'll bet a dollar on Daddy."
A man's gotta taste olives before he c'n tell if he likes 'em, ain't he? Yer paw taught ye to read." Uncle Sebastian glanced once more, half pityingly, half resentfully, at the backless magazines. "Readin's put notions into yer head an' set ye to hankerin'. "Then as ye grew up th' Valley folks begun to shun ye, didn't they?" he continued. "They called ye queer.
He was dressed in rough corduroy knickerbockers, the thick coat buttoned up close to his muffled neck. A woollen cap came down over his ears and a pair of skates dangled from his arm. "Yes, sir; I'm a detective, and we are up here doin' a little investigatin'. You are from Chicago, I see." "What makes you think so?" "Can't fool me. I c'n always tell.
I guess she likes to have me follerin' 'er 'round." "She's got good taste," said Parker gallantly. The girl laughed, and struck at him with the iron stake. "Oh, taffy!" she said, looking at him coquettishly from under her frizz. "Ain't you ashamed?" "No," said Parker, waxing brave. "Gi' me the stake; mebbe I c'n fasten 'er so she'll stay."
But before he had gone very far he came to an abrupt halt, and pointed. "The far side of that clump of sage grass," he indicated. "I'm figurin' as the man that shot her stood about here. She was runnin' towards him. His bullet went in at her chest." "Scout around an' see if you c'n find any footprints," said Kiddie, going forward to examine the dead hound.
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