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Carlton, and, after an interview with Jessie, an engagement was entered into for a year, at a salary of four hundred dollars. When Jessie mentioned the subject to her uncle, Mr. Hartman, he became a good deal excited, and said that she should do no such thing.
Not that I am afraid of Hartman; he is not a lunatic, only a monomaniac; but I can cheer him up better when I have a good line of retreat open. He took me next morning to some superior pools, where the trout were fat and fierce; but I had not my usual skill.
Now that I have settled my account with you, tell me what you are going to do about the money you owe me?" "Dave!" interposed little Mrs. Hartman, but he laughingly waved her aside. "What money that I owe you?" gasped poor Peace, the rosy color dying from her face. "Didn't you dump twenty boxes of my strawberries into the chicken yard last summer?" "Y e s."
She stole away to the barn, tacked the paper to the new boards, and was about to depart when her eyes chanced to fall upon her sprawling decorations of the previous day; and she halted, horrified at the glaring scarlet letters. "Mercy! How they look! No wonder Mr. Hartman gave me such a tre men jous switching. The paint is still here. I will cover it all up."
The Alsatian Brasserie was visited and an American named Hartman has been arrested. Do you know him?" "I know a German who calls himself an American; his name is Hartman." "Well, he was arrested about two hours ago. They mean to shoot him." "What!" "Of course we at the Legation can't allow them to shoot him off-hand, but the evidence seems conclusive." "Is he a spy?"
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The irate man stormed out of the house, still shaking his fist threateningly, and Mr. Hartman, in a very disturbed state of mind, returned to his breakfast. "Peace, come here, I want to talk with you," called Mr. Hartman, leaning over the fence and beckoning to the child at work in her melon patch, measuring the mottled green fruit thickly dotted through the vines.
Cherry vanished as quickly as she had come, and as the sound of her footsteps died away in the distance, Peace slid down the ladder. But instead of going to the house for an interview with Gail, she slipped through the garden, crawled under the fence, and presented herself at the door of the new barn where Mr. Hartman, still in a blaze of anger, was at work.
And I'll tell you now," he continued dropping his voice, for Hartman had started as though stung, "you might better keep away from that Alsatian Brasserie and the smug-faced thieves who haunt it. You know what they do with suspects!" "You lie, you hound!" screamed Hartman, and flung the bottle in his hand straight at West's face.
The Lord has devised this temptation as a test of my soul and I will grope my way out of darkness into the light of righteousness." One night in January when it was bitter cold and snow lay deep on the streets of Winesburg Curtis Hartman paid his last visit to the room in the bell tower of the church.
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