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"An' dem gelmun wouldn' play t'-night, no way; mos' on 'em goin' wid you to-morrer an' dey sayin' goodby to de'r folks dis evenin', not gamblin'! Miz Tanberry'll be in a state er mine ontel she hyuh f'um me, an' I goin' hurry back. You won' come dah, suh? I kin tell her dat you say you sutney ain' comin' nigh our neighborhood dis night?" "I had not dreamed of coming, tell her, please.

He's tried hit one night afore. Leave me cut his throat, Will! Ye'll never be safe ontel I do. Leave me cut his throat er kill him with a rock. Hit's only right." Banion shook his head. "No," he said slowly, "I couldn't, and you must not." "Do you promise?" he repeated to the helpless man. "Get up stand up! Do you promise will you swear?" "Swear? Hell!"

But ef ye say I must, Miss Molly, why I must; an' ef I must, why here goes! I reckon my wimern kin keep my fire goin' ontel I git back next year." THE freakish resolves of the old-time trapper at least remained unchanged for many days, but at last one evening he came to Molly's wagon, his face grim and sad. "Miss Molly," he said, "I'm come to say good-by now. Hit's for keeps." "No? Then why?

I kerried a arrerhead under my shoulder blade sever'l years oncet, ontel Preacher Whitman cut hit out. Hit felt right crawly all the time till then. "Yes, I jest sorntered up couple hundred mile this mornin', Miss Molly, ter see how ye all was gettin' along one thing er another." Without much regard to others, he now led Molly a little apart and seated her on the sage beside him.

Den she say, she say: 'You run all de way an' fin' dat young man, she say, s' she, 'an' if you don' git dah fo' he leave, er don' stop him on de way, den God 'imighty fergive you! she say. 'But you tell him f'um Jane Tanberry not to come nigh dis house or dis gyahden dis night! Tell him dat Jane Tanberry warn him he mus' keep outer Carewe's way ontel he safe on de boat to-morrer.

Our captain wouldn't let us crowd in, fer he said he wasn't welcome an' we wasn't needed. "That was ontel we struck the big Crow trail, with you all a follerin' o' hit blind, a-chasin' trouble as hard as ye could. Then he sont me on ahead to warn ye an' to ask ef we should jine on. We knowed the Crows was down atter the train.

"Are you sure this is the Y.W.C.A.?" she insisted. "I thought it was a great big building." "Oh, yas, lady; dis is it. Yoh all don't know how nice dis buildin' is ontel you go through it. Gimme yoh things." The negress snatched the suitcase from the girl's hand and whisked one of the bandboxes from the other. "Here, you let go of that grip.

Don't waste no powder let 'em come up clost as they will. Hold on ontel we come." At dusk he slipped away, the splash of his horse's feet in the ford coming fainter and fainter, even as the hearts of some felt fainter as his wise and sturdy counsel left them. Naught to do now but to wait.

An' if you 'uz a-goin', de good God 'lmighty mus' er kep' you ontel I got hyuh!" "No; I wasn't going." Tom smiled upon her sadly. "I dare say there's a simpler explanation. Don't you suppose that if Nelson was right and Mr. Carewe really did come back, it was because he did not wish his daughter and Mrs. Tanberry to know that that he expected a party of friends, possibly, to join him there later?"