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I'd a-killed my pony an' gone afoot to bring sech a look into her eyes, as shines thar when she gazes at the Captain where he's silent an' sol'tary on his hoss. "'No," I replies, "he's a orphan, I reckons. He's plumb abandoned that a-way, an' so thar's nobody yere to kiss him, or shake his hand."
The secretary said nothing, but leaving his desk entered the office of his chief, and when they had talked over the business of the hour and read the story prepared by the passenger department for the press that day, he asked what should be done for Patsy. "Oh! give him the letter, I suppose, but he's the only employee on the road I would do so much for."
Lushington in England several times; he's very clever, and he's got a first-rate position. But you see I didn't like your refusing the book, after I'd taken so much trouble to get it for you. Perhaps if I hadn't thrown it overboard you'd take it, now that I've apologised. Would you?
"He has, mum; he's gateman the fust job in six months. Ye don't think they'll make him throw it up, do ye, mum?" "Yes; an' break his head if he don't. Thet's what they did to my man three years gone, till he had to come in with the gang and pay 'em two dollars a month," replied Mrs. Todd. "But my man's jined, mum, a month ago; they wouldn't let him work till he did. Won't ye come in an' set down?
He's a pretty smart one, but I won a case from him only four years ago and he's never forgiven me. I was juror in a manslaughter trial he was trying to run. He thought himself pretty foxy, but when it came to a showdown I put it all over him. There was a guy who was foreman of the jury that time who said I had it all over Mr.
Hurry-up-like-hell kept the road, I reckon," Jim ruminated aloud, and even as he spoke he caught again the echo of an iron shoe striking a rock. He stopped and listened. Some one was climbing the trail behind him. "Mebbe he's a friend, and then mebbe he isn't. We'll let him have the whole road to himself, eh, Keno?"
But Milly's answer had prepared itself while Aunt Maud was on the stair; she had felt in a rush all the reasons that would make it the most dovelike; and she gave it, while she was about it, as earnest, as candid. "I don't think, dear lady, he's here."
As he breasted the bank, his hands succouring his feet, he heard steps behind him. "Who's that?" he snarled, crouching. Blob was standing at gaze a little way behind him. "What ye want?" The boy made no answer, staring with round moon-eyes. "He's noiked," came a musing voice. "Oi dew loike to see un." He shot out a finger, and, flinging back his head, gurgled laughter. "Here, boy!" called Kit.
"He wouldn't do nobody no harm; he's good enough that way, and I ain't a faultin' him. But you ought to have a MAN, a sure enough good man." "But tell me, Daddy, why ain't we got no folks?" The faintest glimmer of a smile came into the dark face; "You're sure growed up, girl; you're sure growed up, girl; you sure are. An' I reckon you might as well know." Then he told her.
Of course, with me there would have been pleasure mixed with it if he had but he didn't. "I suppose you consider yourself such a desirable young man that it astonishes you greatly that any person should have any possible objection to you?" "Oh, come now, Alma; don't hit a fellow when he's down, you know.
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