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See the morning paper?" Mrs. Effingham blushingly acknowledged that she had not seen the paper. In fact, she was much too excited to see anything. "Sign here!" said the loan clerk, placing the note before the lawyer. Mr. Tutt indorsed it in his strange, humpbacked chirography. "Here are your bonds," said Mr. McKeever, handing Mrs. Effingham a small package in a manila envelope.
You hold her note, I believe, for ten thousand dollars secured by some government bonds. She has a use for those bonds and I thought that you might be willing to take my indorsement instead. You know I'm good for the money." "Why, I guess we can accommodate her, Mr. Tutt!" answered the Chesterfieldian Mr. McKeever. "Certainly we can. Sit down, Mrs. Effingham, while I send for your bonds.
MCKEEVER: Farm Boys and Girls, pages 171-196, 275-305. GILLETTE: Rural Sociology, pages 20-31. "Country Life," Annals of American Academy, pages 58-68. KERN: Among Country Schools, pages 129-157. FORD: Co-operation in New England, pages 87-185. COULTER: Co-operation Among Farmers, pages 3-23. HERRICK: Rural Credits, pages 456-480.
McKeever hungered to be there on the firing line! How he wished he could feel that sifting of the polished cardboard under his finger tips. They were playing Black Jack. He noted the smooth skill with which Simonds buried a card. And yet the trick was not perfectly done. Had he, McKeever, been there At this point he was interrupted by the easy, oily voice of M. Fernand.
"No, not yet. Smith is a friend of John Mark. Don't forget that. Never forget, McKeever, that the friends of John Mark must be treated with gloves always!" "Very good," replied McKeever, like a pupil memorizing in class. "I'll see how far I can go with them," went on M. Fernand. He went straight to the telephone and rang John Mark.
For further studies of the problem of the boy parents would do well to read: Building Boyhood, a symposium; W.A. McKeever, Training the Boy; W.B. Forbush, The Coming Generation; W.D. Hyde, The Quest of the Best. On activities see W.A. McKeever, Training the Girl.
That night, if the trail was possible, we would camp at Doubtful Lake. The first part of that adventurous day was quiet. We moved sedately along on an overgrown trail, mountain walls so close on each side that the valley lay in shadow. I rode next to Dan Devore that day, and on the trail he stopped his horse and showed me the place where Hughie McKeever was found.
And once they were past the house, the word came down the line for Drew to quit his prisoner's role and join their commander. Campbell held a fragment of map as he let his mount's pace fall to a slow walk. "There are about a hundred Union infantry stationed at Bardstown, according to Mr. McKeever. Know anything about the town?" "I was there once. My cousin went to St. Joseph's for a term."
All they lacked was adequate arms to present a rather formidable source of trouble behind the Union lines. "We're goin' into the McKeever place. You men remember, you're prisoners!" Very reluctantly those in that unhappy role unbuckled gun belts, passing their side arms over to their "captors."
He swept up his hand, bet a hundred, with apparently foolish recklessness, on three sevens, and then had to buy fresh chips from McKeever. The coming of the girl seemed to have completely upset his equilibrium as a gambler certainly it made him bet with the recklessness of a madman.
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