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"Martin!" his mother began sternly. "What for did you act so?" "Amanda, don't you tell!" the boy commanded, his face flushing. "Don't you dare tell!" "I got to now, I started it. Ach, Mrs. Landis, you dare be proud of him! My dress caught fire and none of us had sense but him. He smothered it by throwin' me in the bean patch and he he's a hero!" "A hero!" cried little Henry.

"I don't go throwin' money away on new hats like you city folks do," she said somewhat tartly. "A hat has to do me three seasons for best an' a fourth for common. I've too much to do to go chasin' after the fashions. I leave that to Bart Coffin's wife." "Who is Bart Coffin?" inquired Bob, amused by her show of spirit. "You ain't met Bart?" "Not yet." "Well, you will.

Things wasn't happy for Delia to home her mother, Mis' Crapwell, had married again to a man that kep' throwin' out about hevin' to be support to Delia; an' her stepsister, Jennie Crapwell, was sickly an' self-seekin' an' engaged all to once.

But what's it all about?" "Oh, it's something awful that's happened to me," he wails. "It's too terrible to talk about. You'll know to-morrow. I sha'n't be alive then, Torchy." "Ain't swallowed a buttonhook, have you?" says I. Next he begins throwin' a fit about what's goin' to become of the missus and the kid.

Lamson that was the cox's name crossed 'is bows once or twice at low speeds an' dropped down to me visibly concerned. 'He's shipped 'is court-martial face, says Lamson. 'Some one's goin' to be 'ung. I've never seen that look but once before when they chucked the gun-sights overboard in the Fantastic. Throwin' gun-sights overboard, Mr.

I should perhaps tell you that I am not amenable to the pathetic. 'I am sorry, sir, if I 'ave seemed to tresparse on your private feelin's, said the clerk, cringing and stealing a step. 'At least, sir, you will never pe'suade me that you are not a perfec' gentleman; I know a gentleman when I see him; and as such, I 'ave no 'esitation in throwin' myself on your merciful consideration.

It's an accordion, one of these push and pull organs. Believe me, though, he could sing some! Throwin' back his head and shakin' that heavy mop of hair, he roars out deep and strong the first advertisin' solo, I guess, that New York ever heard. "Now, Friends, everybody in on the chorus!" he calls. "Every-body! Here she goes! "Oh, I want to go to Gopher Gopher Oh, I want to go to Gopher Gopher!

Take it away! and all the time he was throwin' out his left foot in every direction. Finally Uncle Jim grabbed hold of his foot and there was a red and black necktie stickin' out o' the leg of his pants. He pulled it out and says he: 'Why, Sam, what's your Sunday necktie doin' up your pants leg?

Bagstock, and the unregrettin' widow of the late Dick McCloud, who up to a year ago was the only survivin' relative of his dear aunt. "And he wasn't much good at that, if I do say it," announces Tessie, snappin' her black eyes. "I don't deny he had me buffaloed for a while there, throwin' the bull about his rich aunt that was goin' to leave him a fortune. Huh!

Doth she never dream of freedom doth she never think of throwin off the yoke of tyrrinny & thinkin & votin for herself? Doth she never think of these here things?" "Not bein a natral born fool," sed I, by this time a little riled, "I kin safely say that she dothunt." "Oh whot whot!" screamed the female, swingin her umbreller in the air. "O, what is the price that woman pays for her expeeriunce!"