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Updated: May 31, 2025
You ought to be directing the mob instead of listening to a lone midget." Adine Lough laughed, not at the text, but the homely comparisons of the little man that, standing hat in hand, was earnestly and seriously throwing bouquets of compliments and darts of poignant facts right in her face. And both the flowers and darts were coming from an unexpected source.
Several violent executions, and confiscations of considerable sums found in the houses searched, took place. A certain Adine, employed at the bank, had 10,000 crowns confiscated, was fined 10,000 francs, and lost his appointment.
Landy drummed on the table and looked thoughtful. Davy wiggled around on his high perch and nearly fell off the dictionary. "Well, that's a fine story, Miss Adine, and well told, but I don't get the connection as to why you are not to sell the little horse." The girl laughed. "Sure, I will not sell him, but I'll trade him.
And all afternoon Adine Lough was in close conference with such as these! Landy returned to Jode's place sooner than he was expected. There was a sheepish grin on his weathered face. "They beat me to hit," he said in a low voice as Jode went back to the stove for his steak and potatoes. Being served, and with Jode in the kitchen, the aged courier disclosed the results of his mission.
I am desperate for advice, so desperate that I now seek the counsel of the Oracle of the Footlights, the Mystic of the Sawdust Ring. Wilt thou help me, Sire?" concluded Adine, as she bowed in mock distress to the little man squirming on the footstool. "Well, I don't see that you need help. You've done all that is needful and possible.
Adine Lough had high rating in the community affairs of Adot. Her zeal for higher education, her church work, and her general deportment gave her contact with the better element that was trying to modernize trying to lift a community up and out of the rawness of frontier days.
"I think I can parry every thrust, can lead him through a mystic maze of information that will pile up a lot of useless knowledge." And the little man was getting along very well with his assignment, as Adine polished her nose at the window and Landy Spencer sat quietly, seeming uninterested in mere worldly affairs. "You were speaking of employment awhile ago," said the persistent Logan.
She sat in negligée on the roof of the Home Club and learned that Rose Larsen and Mamie Magen and a dozen others had just gone on vacation. "Lord! it's over for me," she thought. "Fifty more weeks of the job before I can get away again a whole year. Vacation is farther from me now than ever. And the same old grind.... Let's see, I've got to get in touch with the Adine Company for Mr.
Landy had been ready to get back to the stables for some time. He was standing, twirling his ancient headpiece, awaiting the word to start. In all his years of dealing in horseflesh, this trade interested him deeply. He wanted his little friend to have that horse. As the three walked down the path to the stables, Adine was insistent that Davy should ride the colt home.
You can't preach or exhort, can you Landy?" asked Davy anxiously. "We've just got to have that horse. I will agree to go over to Adot and stand on my head, in some show-window if that gets him. But you wouldn't want to sponsor that kind of entertainment," the little man appealed to Adine. "What's needed is something half-way refined and where the patron would get his money's worth.
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