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"Miss Nellie gimme out dinner en supper, den she put on she hat en gone to de ole chimbly en git some de brier what grow dey. Den she come back en tell Abram fuh git a bresh broom en sweep de ya'd. Lemme go, Mass Johnnie, please, suh, en I tell you better, suh. En Abram teck de hatchet en gone to'des de railroad fuh cut de bresh. 'Fo' Gawd, Mass Johnnie, it's de trute, suh!

The two men in the red car were no longer calling, for they had seen that the boy on the road showed no signs of wanting to run. As they bore down upon the spot the car slowed up, and came to a full stop within a few yards of the waiting Ted. Every scout lying in the screen of bushes held his breath as he listened to catch what was going to follow. "Say, gimme a ride, mister?"

"Who'll gimme thirty? Who'll gimme thirty dollars? Did I hear thirty dollars? Did I hear twenty-five dollars bid? Who said thirty dollars? Did you say twenty-five dollars?" "How could he when he was talking politics to the man behind him?" asked the stranger. "I said two bits," he added complacently, as he watched the auctioneer closely.

"Says I'm white-slavin' a girl, does he? I'll learn him to lie about me," he growled. Johnnie strangled and sputtered, fighting for breath to relieve his tortured lungs. "Gimme the word, an' I'll run him in for a drunk," the policeman suggested out of the corner of a whispering mouth. Jerry shook his head. "Nope. Let him go, Pete."

"I want twenty-five dollars an' you shut yore blasted mouth!" snapped the marshal at the persistent twenty-five-cent man. He did not see the fire smouldering in the squinting eyes so alertly watching him. "Twenty-five dollars not a cent less takes the cayuse. Why, gentlemen, he's worth twenty in cans! Gimme twenty-five dollars, somebody. I bid twenty-five. I want thirty.

But your education has been neglected, my dear." "Will ye be willin' ter tyke the service at the cimitery, sir?" said the undertaker, and John answered that he would. The grave was on the paupers' side, and when the undertaker, with his man, had lowered the coffin to its place, he said, "They've gimme abart three more funerals this morning, so I'll leave ye now, sir, to finish 'er off."

"If y' have, spit 'em out!" "Gimme a match!" It was a victory! "That feller's lost his face!" One-Eye confided to Johnnie when the bedroom door was shut. He winked emphatically with that darkly colored good eye. "L lost his face?" cried Johnnie, aghast. "What y' mean, One-Eye? But he had it this mornin'! I saw it!" "Aw, y' little jay-hawk!" returned the cowboy, fondly. Then, excitement!

"Sure," said Finch. "There'll be a dandy time." "Gimme five tickets," said the cop, throwing a five-dollar bill on the showcase. "Why," said Finch, "ain't you going it a little too " "Go to h !" said the cop. "You got 'em to sell, ain't you? Somebody's got to buy 'em. Wish I could go along." I was glad to See Finch so well thought of in his neighborhood.

He lifted his muscular arm and opened and shut his hand, saying aloud in his old boyish manner: "I guess I'm all here." "What's that?" called Hartley, rolling out of bed. "Did you ask for anything?" "No yes; gimme some water, Jim; my mouth is dry as a powder mill." "How yeh feelin', anyway, pardner?" said Hartley, as he brought the water. "First rate, Jim; I guess I'll be all right."

So long ez I live, she says, 'dey ain't never to heah it frum my lips an' you must both gimme yore word dat dey don't never heah it frum yourn. W'en I dies, an' not befo' den, dey may know de truth. De day dey lays me in de coffin you kin tell 'em both de secret but not befo'! she says. "So you see, child, we were under a pledge, and till to-day I've kept that pledge.