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I'll tell you about a job I think you can get. Only it won't do you any good to use my name. If the man you go to comes to me, I can't tell him anything about you but what I know. His name's Albert Zeider and he's got a picture house three doors down the street. He's just put in a glass cage out in front, and he wants a pretty girl to sit in it and sell tickets.
On'y give me his name an' address, an' as sure as my name's Ned I'll " He finished the sentence with a sufficiently expressive scowl and clenching of a huge fist, which had many a time done great execution in the prize ring. "It wasn't a he, father, it was a she." "Well, no matter, if I on'y had my fingers on her windpipe I'd squeeze it summat." "If you did I'd bang your nose!
By the way, let's see; I ain't just caught your names yet." "Well, my name's Rivers," said Condy, "and this is Miss Bessemer. We're both from the city." "Happy to know you, sir; happy to know you, miss," he returned, pulling off his cap. "My name's Hoskins, but you can just call me Captain Jack. I'm so used to it that I don't kind of answer to the other.
Hilda saw him cross the creek below the bridge, ride up to the foot-path gate, hitch his old mare, and come straight to her where she sat in a sturdy way that fixed her interest instantly and keenly. "I've come over hyeh to stay with ye," he said simply. St. Hilda hesitated and distress kept her silent. "My name's Jason Hawn. I come from t'other side o' the mountain an' I hain't got no home."
There's only one thing I must beg of you," he added, smoothing out the leaves of the book on the music stand, "think what you like of me, call me an egoist even so be it! but don't call me a man of the world; that name's insufferable to me.... Anch 'io sono pittore. I too am an artist, though a poor one and that I mean that I'm a poor artist, I shall show directly. Let us begin."
"I ain't a-tellin' 'ee no more than I've a-heerd, and what's the truth. Her name's all over the place," he went on, forgetful of the recent outburst and warming with his narration. "Her's a reg'lar bad wan; her's a-carr'ed on with a sodger-chap so well as with Jerrem; her's a " "By the living Lord, if you speak another word I'll be your death!" exclaimed Adam.
He plays pool where I've been a-workin'." Felix bent closer. "Do you know his name?" "Sure! His name's Stanton. He's been puttin' sompin' to soak, I guess. I heard last week he was up against it. Do you know him?" Felix remained silent a moment, checking his own disappointment, and then answered slowly: "I thought I did, but I see I am mistaken. Come inside the store where it is warmer.
Well, you've got a novel experience awaiting you. Better look him up at once; he's in his cabin at the present moment." "Thanks. I will," said Dene. "My name's Sidcup," said the man, in a friendly way. "What's yours?" This was another staggerer. "Oh, mine's Sydney Green," said Dene. Mr. Sidcup smiled and winked. "Good name," he said. "Short; descriptive; good professional name."
If only he could manage to think about nothing for an hour, sleep would come. He rose to take his candle, but at the same moment a waiter opened the door. "A gentleman to see you, sir." "To see me? Who is it?" "He says his name's Ayre, and he hopes you'll see him." "I can't see him at this time of night," said Stafford, with the petulance of weariness. Why did the man bother him?
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