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Updated: May 14, 2025
"C-court'll hev to app'int an agent?" "I callate." "Er you a candidate Sam you a candidate?" "Don't know but what I be," answered the usually wary Mr. Price. "G-goin' to Harwich hain't you?" "Mebbe I be, and mebbe I hain't," said Sam, not able to repress a self-conscious snicker. "M-might as well be you as anybody, Sam," said Jethro, as he drove on.
I now suggest that you app'int Mr. Ed Higgins in my place. He has wanted the job fer some time, an' says it won't interfere with his business any more than it did with mine. I have worked hard all these years an' I feel that I ought to have a rest.
"'And when did you change your mind? says he." Then he laughed a little not much but he laughed a little. "'I understand that your old soldier lives within the limits of the delivery of the Brampton office, said he." "'That's correct, Mr. President, said I." "'Well, said he, 'I will app'int him postmaster at Brampton, Mr. Bass." "'When? said I." Then he laughed a little more.
"We'll git one. Might app'int Will, there, only he don't seem to want to get mixed up in it." "There's the agent," cried the judge, holding out the appointment to Jethro. "Wh-what?" ejaculated Lem. Jethro took the appointment, and put it in his cowhide wallet. "Be you the agent?" demanded the amazed stage driver.
'Tis be such as ye that th' polisman who dhrinks on th' sly, an' th' saloon-keeper that keeps open f'r th' la-ads an' th' newsboys that shoots craps, 'll be brought to justice. Down with crime! says I. Fellow-citizens, I thank ye kindly. Th' meetin' is adjourned siney dee; an' I app'int Missers Dooley, O'Brien, Casey, Pug Slattery, an' mesilf to lade out th' Lexow Sodality be th' nose." Mr.
"Sure, Little One, and I'll app'int you First Leftenant, Company B, San Leon Life Guards. Halt!" He stopped and faced his followers: "It has been proposed 't we make this a regular company, same as Company A, of the boys. I second the proposition. I'd be proud to train ye, if so be you'll hold up your end the musket.
The Squire replaced them in some confusion, gave the top of his head another twist, and felt of his glass eye, while poor Shocky stared in wonder, and Betsey Short rolled from side to side in the effort to suppress her giggle. Mrs. Means and the other old ladies looked the applause they could not speak. "I app'int Larkin Lanham and Jeems Buchanan fer captings," said the Squire.
Ef you had a dozen lawyers I'd have to app'int him jest the same. So you don't need to worry about that part of it. "That's all. You kin go now ef you want to. Only, ef I was you, I wouldn't draw out any more money frum the bank 'twixt now and the time when I make my decision."
He c'n jest wrap 'em round his finger an' make 'em app'int anybody he likes. Must be politics. There, it's recess! I'll jest light out an' pay the schoolhouse a little visit." Inside a capacious and official pocket of Mr. Crow's coat reposed a letter from a law firm in Chicago.
"Well," he continued in his judicial manner, "the court has got to appoint an agent to repair that road, the agent will present the bill, and the town will have to pay the bill whatever it is. It's too bad, Jethro, that you have allowed this to be done." "You say you've got to app'int an agent?" "Yes I'm sorry " "Have you app'inted one?" "No." "G-got any candidates?" The judge scratched his head.
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