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"I should think likely he would. But about Mrs. Coffin? You was goin' to say?" "She is with James Hallett & Co., the tailors, on Washington Street. Mr. Stone found a place for her there, I believe. I er er superintended the carrying of her valise and What?" "Nothin', nothin'. Hum! Hallett & Co., tailors? What number Washin'ton Street did you say?" Mr. Prince gave the number.
"He is a fine animal," said the officer, looking at him longingly. "Do you want to sell him now?" Harry shook his head. "No," he replied. "I'm goin' to make one o' them big bugs in Washin'ton pay fur him an' pay fur him good." The officer laughed. "You're not such a simpleton as you look," he said. "You're right. They'll pay you more for him in the capital than I could. Ride on.
Her lips were trembling, but her eyes were brave and obstinate. Suddenly she sat down upon one of the chests. If he had not told her of the other woman! "Forgive me instead, for all that I have brought you to," she murmured. "It was all my fault. I shall never forget you or forgive myself. I I am going back to Washin'ton immediately. I can't bear to stay here now. Good-bye, and God bless you.
Florer, says this agent, 'the basis of a report to the gov'ment at Washin'ton. I sets forth the mad passion of these yere Osages for axle grease as a condiment, a beverage, an' a cure. I explains the tribal leanin' that exists for that speshul axle grease which is crowned with years, an' owns a strength which comes only as the cor'lary of hard experience.
They's in a hurry to git home foh some reason, 'cause they ain' goin' to stop this side o' New York, 'cept to change cahs." "Where do they change cars?" "St. Louis goin' by way of Cincinnati an' Washin'ton." Grenfall's ticket carried him by way of Chicago. He caught himself wondering if he could exchange his ticket in St. Louis. "Traveling with her father and mother, I suppose?"
"Ah never had no good times till ah was free", the old man continued. Mah pappy was a slave befo' me, and mah mammy, too. His name was Gawge Washin'ton Tolah, and her'n was Lucy Tolah. We took ouah name from ouah ownah, and we lived in a cabin way back of the big house, me and mah pappy and mammy and two brothahs. "They nevah mistreated me, neithah.
Washin'ton must agree with you." Bailey and Asaph were scandalized. Mr. Atkins himself seemed a trifle taken aback. Comments on his personal appearance were not usual in Bayport. But he rallied bravely. "Well, well!" he cried. "Cyrus, I am delighted to welcome you back among us. I should scarcely have known you. You are older yes, much older."
"WHEN you're elected; there isn't any 'if." "Well, all right. I shall hate to leave South Harniss. Every person I really care for will be here. Helen and you people at home." "It's too bad you and Helen can't be married and go to Washin'ton together. Not to stay permanent," he added quickly, "but just while Congress is in session.
Yes, and I'll say more," he added, raising his voice, "I'll say that if I was sent to Washin'ton by this town, congressman or not, I'd move heaven and earth, and all creation from the President down till I did get it. That's all. So would any live man, I should think." He sat down. There was some applause. Before it had subsided Abel Leonard, one of the quickest-witted of Mr.
Stranger, he stands up on his tail an' fights me. Game! that eel's game as scorpions! My dog Fido's with me. Fido wades into the eel, an' the commotion is awful. That eel whips Fido in two minutes, Washin'ton time. How much does he weigh? Whatever do I know about it? When he's done put the gaffs into Fido, he nacherally sa'nters back into the branch where he lives at.
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