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Nor was it wonderful that, being such as she was, she should recoil with antipathy from one whose nature had a tendency to ripen over soon, and stunt its slow orbicular expansion to the premature and false completeness of a narrow and self-sufficing conscientiousness.
The chums shook hands, and then went their different ways, Garry and Dick back to the lean-to in the woods, and Phil back to town. Just before he left the fringe of woods that bordered the edge of the town, Phil did a peculiar stunt that was later to stand him in good stead. Taking his knife from his pocket, he made a small slit in the under side of his coat lapel.
After all the guests had assembled, which was maybe some 2 a.m., they started in. It was merely the ordinary stunt of beer and beefsteak and beefsteak and beer, but the hours were enlivened by the vaudeville performances of the guests. This was before the precinct sergeant knocked on the door.
Knowing that the chances were the affair would presently come to a face-to-face issue between the two parties, he wished to be prepared as well as possible. "Bully stunt!" exclaimed Jerry as he followed suit. They were now drawing close upon the fugitives, who were having a nerve-racking time dodging those numerous roots.
"Dog does act kinder like he had something on his mind," said the old man, as he got out of the dog's way, so he could do his acrobatic stunt. "Where is your dad going next trip? Seems as though he would want to stay home long enough to change his shirt."
I want to pull off a stunt that'll make the whole bunch of bulls sit up and bellow for fair and I can do it, easy as easy. Think I've croaked, do they? And they can all snooze on their peg-posts, now I'm a stiff? Well, by cripes, I just want half of a half of a chance, and I'll show 'em Slippy McGee's good and plenty alive!"
"Just the same I'd back Callahan against Saunders on a speed-track," Dick championed. "Where are you bound?" she asked. "Oh, to show Colonel Stoddard my one-man and no-horse farm you know, the automatically cultivated ten-acre stunt I've been frivoling with. A lot of changes have been made that have been waiting a week for me to see tried out. I've been too busy.
The bugle sounded again, and the chairman of the Avenue stunt stood up. "Our stunt tonight," she announced, "tells a hitherto unpublished one of Gulliver's Travels, namely, his voyage to the Land of the Keewaydins." The Alley sat up with one convulsive jerk. "Gulliver's Travels!" That sounded nearly like their own idea.
Now I hear that Chester Hunt is advertising for white servants and of course my stunt would be to apply at once for the place of housemaid or even cook." "How funny! Would you really do that?" "Sure I I've done it before, and under my father's orders, but that is another story. But I must make good with my boss on this canvassing. He has trusted me and it is up to me to deliver the goods."
Our old men and boys and women do the work fairly well, with the aid of a few territorials, who guard the railway two hours each night and work in the fields in the daytime. The women here are used to doing field work, and don't mind doing more than their usual stunt. I often wonder if some of the women are not better off than in the days before the war.
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