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Walkin' up to the step-ladder for a closer view I has to stop and let out a chuckle. It's Hartley. "Well, well!" says I. "So you did have to crawl back, eh?" "Eh?" says he, almost droppin' a pail of white paint. "Why, hello, Torchy!" "I see you're workin' for a real boss now," says I. "Who do you mean?" says he. "The old man," says I, grinnin'. "Not much!" says Hartley.
She don't sleep in her own bed any more because I hev ter hev her handy ter rub me when the rheumatiz gits ter jumpin'. She sez she can't help bein' drowsy when she's workin' through the day, but land! she'd manage ter keep awake ef she hed any sympathy! She ain't got no sympathy, Penel ain't; an' she ain't a bit forehanded. "But I don't 'spect nuthin' else in this world.
"Most folks that owned that land had owned it for mercy knows how long and had done nothin' but pay taxes on it, so they were glad enough to sell for somethin' down to bind what Raish and Jethro called 'options. Anyhow, when the Eagle people finally started in to put their grand plan into workin', they bumped bows on into a shoal, at least that's the way father used to tell about it.
No use showin' your hand so early in the game." And Shoop laughed. "Well, she's full six aces," said Fadeaway, touching his holster significantly. "And Jack throws the fastest gun on the Concho," said Shoop, his genial smile gone; his face flushed. "I been your friend, if I do say it, Fade. But don't you go away with any little ole idea that I ain't workin' for Jack Corliss." "What's that to me?
"Always workin' for others," she continued loudly, "and riskin' your life the way you are." She moved to the door, and raised her voice still higher as the strangely assorted pair moved away up the road. "I hope you'll get your reward sometime!" she shouted; then she turned back and glared at Geraldine. The girl put her hand on her heart.
"My husband brought me to Arkansas when I was 35 and I been workin' in the same family, Captain Jeter's family, ever since-forty odd years. "I always have worked hard. I've had the flu only reason I'm sittin' here now. If I had to sit and hold my hands very long, they'd have to take me to Little Rock. "I been married twice. My last husband was Sam Shaw.
Short Creek has the camp all spraddled out before he turns his deal-box up an' closes his game. "'But this yere Short Creek Dave, he remonstrates to me, 'ain't no reg'lar licensed divine. He ain't workin' in conjunctions with no shore 'nough' sociation, I takes it. This Short Creek person is most likely one of them irrelevant exhortin' folks, an' that makes a difference.
What is it this trip, a wire-tappin' scheme, or just plain green goods?" "You flatter me," says J. Bayard. "No, my business of the moment is not to appropriate any of the princely profits of your er honest toil," and he stops for another of them acetic-acid smiles. "Yes," says I, "it is a batty way of gettin' money workin' for it, eh? But go on. Whatcher mean you lost your dog?"
"This young man I'm tellin' about lived in Buffalo," continued the Father. "Now that city is close t' the noble Falls that ye're so fond o' visitin' with Grandpa. Well, one day in the Spring " "Scuse me! Last spring?" Johnnie interrupted. "Eight long springs ago," answered the Father. "Which would make ye about two years o' age at the time, if me arithmetic is workin' fairly well t'day."
The poor crayter hasn't the use of all her faculties. I have taken no end o' pains with her, but I can't get her to count twenty on her finger ends wid a whole life's tachein'. Fortune has turned her dark side to me this long time, now; and, bedad, iv it wasn't for contrivin', an' workin' hard to boot, I wouldn't be able to keep above the flood.
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