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Panting from his run and choked with terror, the little boy stood before the major, struggling with a tale that was ever upon the tip of his tongue. "Major now major " The old man, roused from a delicious slumber, glared impatiently at the little boy. "Come, come! What's th' matter with yeh?" he demanded. "What's th' matter? Don't stand there shaking! Speak up!"

Cain't yeh send it down the flume? Please say yeh will. I'll take the best kind o' keer of it. It sha'n't git a single scratch. "Mr. Sneath he looks at her a minute kinder tender-like, an' I knowed them big eyes o' hern was a-doin' their work. Them big soft baby eyes would 'a' drawed sap outer a dead log. "'Wal, says he, 'we'll see. If Mrs. Sneath's willin' I guess it'll be all right.

Ol' man Hemenway lived here then with his daughter Jess. She kep' house fer him. Jess was a great gal. Every man along the flume, from Skyland to Mill Flat, was in love with her. Shape? You couldn't beat that there gal for figger if yeh was to round up every actress in the country. She had a pair o' big round baby-blue eyes, an' was as pretty as any o' them there cigarette picters.

A block further down another fell into line; and he it was who panted at the step an instant after the cab had lurched to a stop before the entrance to the St. Luke Building. Hickey had rolled out before the policeman had a chance to bluster. "'Lo, Bergen," he greeted the man. "Yeh know me I'm Hickey, Central Office. Yeh're jus' in time. Anisty's in this buildin' 'r was ten minutes ago.

She still sang her every-day, human songs about every-day, human people. But you failed, somehow, to recognise them as such. They sounded sawdust-stuffed. And you were likely to hear the man behind you say, "Yeh, but you ought to have heard her five years ago. She's about through." Such was six-eighteen.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe. "I'm good f'ler, girls," he said convincingly. "I'm good f'ler. An'body treats me right, I allus trea's zena right! See?" The women nodded their heads approvingly. "To be sure," they cried in hearty chorus. "You're the kind of a man we like, Pete. You're outa sight! What yeh goin' to buy this time, dear?"

Dutch contemplates a plug of fresh tobacco. Then he resumes. This time a more intimate tale the story of his romance a weird, grotesque amour with a gaudy can-can obbligato. "Long ago," Dutch whispers; "yeh, I knew all the girls. I tattoned them all. And I live in this street for thirty years now. But nobody is interested any more in what used to be. How this street has become different!

"I don't know; do you?" was the quick reply. "I reckon ye can hang out with me, 'f ye feel like ut. We ain't very purty, at our house, but we eat. You go along down the road and tell 'em I sent yeh. Ye'll find an' ol' dusty Bible round some'rs I s'pose ye spend y'r spare time read'n' about Joshua an' Dan'l " "I spend more time reading men. Well, I'm off!

The major listened for a moment. Then he turned again. "I thought I heerd somebody holler!" he explained cautiously. They both bent forward and listened once more. Peter, in the intentness of his attitude, lost his balance, and was obliged to lift his foot hastily and with noise. "S-s-sh!" hissed the major. After a minute Peter spoke quite loudly: "Oh, shucks! I don't believe yeh heerd anythin'."

She don't like Miss Leslie go down to them canoes all by her lonesome." "That's all right, Cherry," said Howard, cheering up; "I'll go down and find her. Got an extra paddle anywhere, or did she take them both?" "No, sir, she only took de one. Here's t'other. I reckum she'll be right glad to see yeh, Mas'r Howard. We-all hes missed you mighty powerful lot.