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I am not telling Charity Stover's story, so I will only add that the bill-poster was mistaken in the nature of his paste, and greatly undervalued its adhesive properties. The temper of Prudence, the youngest sister, now Mrs.
"Ugh! oh!" she gasped; even her long suffering palate rebelled at THAT taste. "It I should think that OUGHT to help him." "I should think so. It may be the very thing he needs. At any rate, it can't hurt him. It's quite harmless." Mrs. Stover's face was still twisted, under the influence of the "Balm"; but her mind was made up. "I'm goin' to try it," she declared.
"He he's trained to the minute. I'm doin' my share, gents." "Sounds that way," acknowledged Stover's companion. "Say, does it look like we'd win?" "Well, he just breezed a mile in forty, with his mouth open." "A mile?" Fresno queried. "Yes, a regular mile seven thousand five hundred and thirty feet." "Is 'forty' good?" queried Willie. "Good? Why, Salvator never worked no faster.
"I meant the human kind," explained Kid Wolf mildly. Major Stover's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What do yuh want with me?" he demanded. "Did yo' offah ten thousand dollahs fo' the S Bar Ranch?" "That is none of yore business!" "No?" drawled Kid Wolf patiently. "Yo' might say that I am heah as Mrs. Thomas' agent." The major looked startled.
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