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The "sparkle" evaporates while the "anecdote" is left. But, though what Mr. Pinto called "Anecdotage" is deplorable, a repartee is always delightful: and, while by no means inclined to admit the general inferiority of contemporary conversation to that of the last generation, I am disposed to think that in the art of repartee our predecessors excelled us.
She is represented as standing in the midst of a winter landscape, wrapped in muff and cloak; and she looks out of her picture with a smile so exquisite that a Herod could not see her without being charmed. "I beg your pardon, Mr. PINTO," I said to the person with whom I was conversing. Sir Joshua died 1792: and you say he was your dear friend?" As I spoke I chanced to look at Mr.
Many were never to hear again from their parents, friends, or those who loved them in this world. But, as Sergeant Pinto said, all we had yet seen was but the prelude to the ball; the dance was now about to commence.
And when he came near the wide, closed door of the barn, in front of which showed indistinctly the forms of a large and a small animal, he leaped forward with a welcoming bark that was answered by another from a dog lying in the deep shadow against the door. For there stood the blind black colt and the pinto with the bridle-reins still swinging across her neck.
That I would have caught old Pinto in time there is no doubt, for eventually he was caught in each of the traps, although he escaped through the carelessness of the man who baited and set them. The traps were tight pens, built of large oak logs notched and pinned, roofed and floored with heavy logs and fitted with falling doors of four-inch plank.
Tom had a theory, which he did not disclose to Mr. Titus, that, after all, the somewhat mysterious Senor Pinto might, in some way, be mixed up in the bomb attempt. But a close questioning of the steward on duty near the foreigner's cabin at the time disclosed the fact that Pinto had been ill in his berth all that day.
You thought it was the police, I suppose?" said Pinto with heavy jocularity, and to his amazement he saw the little man wince. "What has happened to Colonel Boundary?" asked the Greek irritably. "There used to be a time when anybody he spoke for was safe. I'm getting out of this country and I'm getting out quick," he added. "Why?" asked Pinto, who was vitally interested.
With the utmost gravity Van introduced her by old Dave's appellation, Miss Laughing Water. The maid he merely called Elsa. His explanation as to whence they hailed, whither they were bound, why he had taken them in charge, and how he had lost the pinto pony, was notable chiefly for its brevity.
I ain't much of a fool when it comes to pickin' out a ridin' critter, an' the pinto was able most uncommon able. One Saturday morning she told me that she was tired o' seein' Starlight beat Hawkins on ten-mile dashes, an' she was goin' to have a real race that day.
I was talking to you to-day or was it yesterday? about Crotin." "The Yorkshire woollen merchant?" said Pinto. "That's the fellow," replied the colonel. "I suggested you should go and see him." "And I suggested that I shouldn't," said Pinto; "let him rest. You'll never get another chance like you had before."
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