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Narcisse caught step with Richling, and they walked side by side. "How I learned to mawch, I billong with a fiah comp'ny," said the Creole. "We mawch eve'y yeah on the fou'th of Mawch." He laughed heartily. "Thass a 'ime! Mawch on the fou'th of Mawch! Thass poetwy, in fact, as you may say in a jesting way ha! ha! ha!" "Yes, and it's truth, besides," responded the drearier man.

The negs time you call, Mistoo Itchlin, you muz not be too much aztonizh to fine me gone from yeh. Yesseh. He's got to haugment me ad the en' of that month, an' we 'ave to-day the fifteenth Mawch. Do you smoke, Mistoo Itchlin?" He extended a package of cigarettes. Richling accepted one. "I smoke lawgely in that weatheh," striking a match on his thigh. "I feel ve'y sultwy to-day.

Dust, leaves, and flakes of cotton rose on its wave, and ah! his hat went with them. Johanna's teeth flashed in soft laughter as she waited in a doorway. "Run," she whispered, "run, Mr. Jawn Mawch, Gen'lemun. You so long gitt'n' to de awffice hat cayn't wait. Yass, betteh give it up. Bresh de ha'r out'n yo' eyes an' let dat-ah niggeh-felleh ketch it. K-he!

Look like jess ev'ybody a-makin' money." She got her mistress to read a certain sign for her. "Jawn Mawch, Gen'lemun! k-he-he! dass a new kine o' business. An' yit, Miss Barb, I heah Gen'l Halliday tell Miss Fannie 'istiddy dat Mr. Mawch done come out ahade on dem-ah telegraph pole' what de contractors done git sicken' on an' th'ow up. He mus' be pow'ful smart, dat Mr. Mawch; ain't he, Miss Barb?"

In the rapture of his concern at having perhaps made a fool of himself, he forgot why he had told her; but she seemed to like having been confided in, and she said, "Well, Ah don't see what you can do with you' ahdeals of friendship except stand bah Mr. Mawch." "My ideals of friendship? What do you mean?" "Oh, don't you suppose we know? Mr.

"And then, nothing till we pick ourselves up." "Do you mean that Mr. Dryfoos will put you both oat of your places?" "He may." "And Mr. Mawch takes the risk of that jost fo' a principle?" "I reckon." "And you do it jost fo' an ahdeal?" "It won't do to own it. I must have my little axe to grind, somewhere." "Well, men awe splendid," sighed the girl. "Ah will say it."

In the rapture of his concern at having perhaps made a fool of himself, he forgot why he had told her; but she seemed to like having been confided in, and she said, "Well, Ah don't see what you can do with you' ahdeals of friendship except stand bah Mr. Mawch." "My ideals of friendship? What do you mean?" "Oh, don't you suppose we know? Mr.

I 'clare, dat's de mos' migracious hat I eveh see! Niggeh got it! Dass right, Mr. Mawch, give de naysty niggeh a dime. Po' niggeh! now run tu'n yo' dime into cawn-juice." At his desk March read again: "We appreciate the latent value of your lands.

In the rapture of his concern at having perhaps made a fool of himself, he forgot why he had told her; but she seemed to like having been confided in, and she said, "Well, Ah don't see what you can do with you' ahdeals of friendship except stand bah Mr. Mawch." "My ideals of friendship? What do you mean?" "Oh, don't you suppose we know? Mr.

"And then, nothing till we pick ourselves up." "Do you mean that Mr. Dryfoos will put you both oat of your places?" "He may." "And Mr. Mawch takes the risk of that jost fo' a principle?" "I reckon." "And you do it jost fo' an ahdeal?" "It won't do to own it. I must have my little axe to grind, somewhere." "Well, men awe splendid," sighed the girl. "Ah will say it."