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I glory in what the future has in store for you, Live for it! Live for it!" "I will!" cried O'Connell. "Some day the yoke will be lifted from us. God grant that mine will be the hand to help do it. God grant I am alive to see it done. That day'll be worth living for to wring recognition from our enemies to to to" he sank back weakly on the pillow, his voice fainting to a whisper.
"Come in, sirs," he said, as they approached his door, "and tak' a pairt in our faimily worship; and sae the day'll gang oot wi' prayer, as it cam in wi' prayer. And the Lord'll maybe hae mercy upo' 's, and no destroy the place, shops an' a', for the sins o' the inhaibitants them 'at sees, for them 'at 's blin'."
He'll dream a bit better if he isn't under me voice. Thanks! Well, then, first o' all, I'll have ye take note o' this man's general appearance, like. He was young, as men go, bein' only thirty-one; though" with a laugh and a shake of the head "ye think him fairly old, don't ye? Ha! But the day'll come when thirty-one'll seem t' ye like a baby right out o' the cradle! Yes, indeed!
His voice shook from the strain of his effort to control himself. "I'll get you for that," he said quietly. "And I'll get you good. The day'll come when I'll walk you in broad daylight up to the big chief, and I'll have the goods on you too." "Forget it," jeered the ruffian triumphantly. Before the eyes of his satellites he had by his standards acquitted himself right creditably.
The day'll take care of itself an' show you. Now listen to what I'm tellin' you. I got a hunch myself out of your hunch. I'll bet eleven ounces against three ornery toothpicks I'm right. When I get a hunch I ain't a-scared to ride it." "You bet the toothpicks, and I'll bet the ounces," Smoke returned. "Nope. That'd be plain robbery. I win. I know a hunch when it tickles me.
Wonder if the day'll ever come when he finds out that his very dear friend and old college pal, Jimmie Dale, is the Gray Seal that he's turned himself inside out for about four years now to catch, and that he'd trade his soul with the devil any time to lay hands on! Good old Carruthers! 'The most puzzling, bewildering, delightful crook in the annals of crime' am I?" The cab drew up at the curb.
"Or, mebbe he'll put a back-saddle on fer yer. I've seen 'em ride double at Middletown." "I don't like motorcycles. I want a wide seat and more comfort," said Janice. "Daddy said that, perhaps, if things went well with him down there in Mexico, I could have an auto runabout," and she sighed. "Now, Miss Janice!" exclaimed the man, "don't you take on none. Mr. Broxton Day'll come out all right.
"It's a bargain," said Davy. "I'll be good, you bet. I meant to go over to Mr. Harrison's and fire peas from my new popgun at Ginger but another day'll do as well. I espect it will be just like Sunday, but a picnic at the shore'll make up for THAT." Anne woke three times in the night and made pilgrimages to her window to make sure that Uncle Abe's prediction was not coming true.
"Some day, my boy," said Josh, with his grave good humor of the great man tolerating the antics of a mountebank, "you'll appreciate it wasn't the subject that was dull, but the ears. For the day'll come when everybody'll be thinking and talking about me most of the time." Arkwright grinned. "It's lucky you don't let go before everybody like that." "Yes, but I do," rejoined Craig. "And why not?
"'T ain't wuth while to be making yourselves dismal here to home; the day'll be lonesome for you at best, and you shall have whatever we've got and welcome." "'T won't be lonesomer this year than it was last, nor the year before that, and we've stood it somehow or 'nother," answered Mrs. Thacher for the second time, while she rose to put more wood in the stove.
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