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"Colonel Simmons lighted his pipe with great solemnity, and turning the bowl first towards the heavens, then to the earth, then in a circle round him, he began to smoke.
I suggest you proceed regularly and call the meeting to order," said McNish quietly. Simmons, recognising that it was Greek meeting Greek, agreed to this. Clumsily and hesitatingly Brother Phillips began stating the business of the Committee. He had not gone far before Simmons interrupted. "Mr. Brother Simmons' tone suggested infinite pity for the lumbering efforts of the chairman.
"I'm not going to die of it. He's killed himself? Well; it's my fault. I angered him," He took up his hat, clutching the brim with shaking hands and pulling it fiercely down over his eyes. "Keep Willy off! I'm not I'm not " Simmons caught him as he lurched back into a chair, and Dr. Lavendar bent over him, his old face moving with tears.
The group on the Courthouse lawn were stringing away; on the steps the sheriff was conversing with Valentine Simmons' brother, a drab individual who performed the storekeeper's public services and errands. The sale had been consummated. The long, loose-jointed dwelling accumulated by successive generations of Makimmons had passed out of their possession.
Their wording was informal, often strictly local. One granted privilege of purchase of, "The piney trees on Pap's and mine but not Henny's for nineteen years." Another bore, above the date, "In this year of Jesus Christ's holy redemption." The sales made to Valentine Simmons were, invariably, formal in record, the signatures were all witnessed. It was a slow, fatiguing process.
"Oh, my father won't quite stand for that," returned Phin, a bit more loftily. "He has money and some family pride." "Money doesn't help much for confessed burglars," rejoined Chief Simmons. At that moment Heathcote Drayne, who had been roused out of bed by a policeman, came in, so white faced that Dick and Dave felt sorry indeed for the unhappy parent.
"In the absence of any objections, an' considerin' the evidence that's been given here this mornin', I think I'll just let that dog go back the way he come. Thank you, gentlemen. Court's adjourned!" Cyclone Bill Simmons, burly, hard, and crimson of face, turned an overheated runabout out of the blazing highway and into a grove of oaks where stood the convict camp. "All right," he said. "Get out."
"No, thank you, Simmons, I don't wish any more 'voly vong. But I'd hate to see you get all messed up in a police court!" "Me messed up!" she exclaimed haughtily. "I guess I can take care of myself most anywheres good and plenty!" "Of course you can, dearie!" he protested in a soothing tone. "But these shyster lawyers who hang around those places you 'member Jim O'Leary out home to Athens?
At this moment a private instrument with a full crew to string sending and receiving wires is two hundred miles from here on the New York Central Railroad. It has for its transportation a private train, and it will be given a clear right of way." He turned to Simmons. "Have you found yourself able to communicate with this Monsieur X at any time?" "Communicate!" echoed Simmons.
That's the truth, isn't it?" He grinned gleefully at Simmons. "So he's wise, eh?" he added. "Well, I'm damned glad of it the sagebrush rummie! We'll make him hump before we get through with him!" Hatred of Lawler had seized Warden a passion that ran through his veins with the virulence of a strong poison. It had been the incident of the fluttering handkerchief that had aroused him.
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