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Two locked volumes of the Loafer's Diary were delivered to me, and I found that the man had once been joyous to the last degree, ambitious, successful, and full of generous thoughts and fine aspirations. Some of his songs breathe the very spirit of delight, and he wrote his glad thoughts at night when he could not sleep for the keen pleasure of living.
And the unusual effort made him feel good. They had reached the crown of the hill bordering the valley, where the trail debouched upon the prairie beyond, and the effort of easing his horse, as the struggling beast clawed its way up the shelving slope, at last set loose the tide of the loafer's ill-temper. He suddenly turned upon his companions, his angry face dirty and sweating.
You're just shy when it comes to this particular dame the professional beauty ain't that right?" "In a way you have outlined the situation with approximate truth," I admitted. "I thought so," said Mack, grimly. "Now, that reminds me of my own case. I'll tell you about it." I was indignant, but concealed it. What was this loafer's case or anybody's case compared with mine?
An' you're goin' to do it, or light right out o' here so quick your own dust'll choke you." "Here, here!" cried Toby, with a delighted laugh. Sandy grinned into the loafer's angry face, while Minky nodded an unsmiling approval. "Gee, you beat hell for nerve!" cried Sunny. "Guess I ken do better. I ken beat you," retorted Bill contemptuously.
But, with his loafer's love for the more artistic and less strenuous way, he chose diplomacy first, the high card in the game the assumed attitude of success already attained. "You have a dollar," he said, loftily, but significantly in the tone that goes with the lighting of a cigar when the properties are at hand. "I have," said Mrs.
The saloons, gambling dens, the brothels, and bad literature are drawing down all that the public schools can build up. Seventy per cent. Of the young men of this land do not darken the church door. They are not interested in moral improvement or moral education. Eighty-five per cent. Leave school under 15 years of age; prefer the loafer's honors to the benefit of school.
"You need to remember kiddies is tender skinned, anyway. Starch'll sure make 'em sore." Scipio brightened. "Why, yes," he agreed, with relief. "I didn't jest think about that. I'm a heap obliged, Sunny. You always seem to help me out." The flush of pleasure which responded to the little man's tribute was quite distinguishable through the dirt on the loafer's face.
On summer evenings gossip was languid in the village, and if any occurred at all it would be on the loafer's bench at one or the other side of the bridge. When cooler weather came the group of local wits gathered in Riverboro, either at Uncle Bart's joiner's shop or at the brick store, according to fancy. The latter place was perhaps the favorite for Riverboro talkers.
Shirttail Bend, Whiskey Flat, Puppytown, Wild Yankee Ranch, Squaw Flat, Rawhide Ranch, Loafer's Ravine, Squitch Gulch, Toenail Lake, are a few of the names of places in Butte county, Cal.
In the gray dawn after that midnight ride to Agua Fria a little Indian girl had slipped like a brown shadow across the Plaza. Stopping at the door of the Exchange Hotel, she leaned against the low slab of petrified wood that for many a year served as a loafer's roost before the hotel doorway. Inside the building Jondo caught the clear twitter of a bird's song at daybreak, twice repeated.
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