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Appel declared that he had not been so stirred since the occasion when walking in the woods at Harvey's Lake in the early '90's he had acted upon the unsound presumption that all are kittens that look like kittens and disputed the path with a black-and-white animal which proved not to be. Mrs. C. D. Budlong was shedding tears like a crocodile, without moving a feature. Mr.
The clergyman having done his duty by a deceased coreligionist, to him unknown, went back to the city where he belonged. The physician hurried away from the cemetery to minister to more patients than he properly could care for. The townspeople scattered, intent upon their own affairs. Appel returned to headquarters, reporting all well.
Budlong was reciting for his benefit. Nor did he ever hear its termination. Even as the proprietor stood at his desk wondering if the later train had brought any more prodigals, a commotion on the veranda was followed by the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Appel. Mr. Appel was using a stick and walking with such difficulty that Mr.
Budlong, shocked and bewildered. For answer, Mrs. Budlong screamed the harder. "I know!" piped up Mr. Appel. "She's covered with leeches blood-suckers and can't get 'em off. I got 'em once swimmin' in stagnant water." When he spoke he called attention to the fact of his presence and that of Mr. Stott and old Mr. Penrose.
Budlong, who had bumped heads so hard that the thud was heard, were eyeing each other in an unfriendly fashion as they felt of their foreheads, waiting for the lump. Mr. Stott, who was still patting his lip with his handkerchief, declared: "Such roads as these retard the development of a county." "Undoubtedly," agreed Mr. Appel, getting up out of the aisle. "They are a disgrace!"
Appel a close second, until the latter, who was wearing bedroom slippers, stumped his toes against a rock with such force that he believed them broken. He dropped down immediately with the pain of it and sat weaving to and fro, clasping his foot to his breast while the others passed him. Mr. Stott called that help was arriving as he crashed through the brush in the vicinity of the beaver dam.
I dusted him on both sides. I saw the dust fly out on both sides of his coat, where my bullet went clean through him." They argued, but they did not go around the house again. Roberts now staggered back into the house. He threw down his own Winchester and picked up a heavy Sharps' rifle which belonged to Dr. Appel, and which he found there, in Dr. Blazer's room. Brewer told Dr.
Appel held up a sweater: "Won't you tell me how to turn this shoulder? I've forgotten. Do you purl four and knit six, or purl six and knit four, Wallie?" Wallie laughed immoderately. "Eight, Mrs. Appel! Purl eight and knit four I told you yesterday. That's a lovely piece of Battenburg, Mrs. Stott. When did you start it?"
And the secretaries, the judges of these decisions, hesitated to pronounce on which side the majority was; they at length, after two attempts, declared that the majority was in favour of the admission of the Swiss; but the minority protested, and the appel nominal was demanded.
Miss Spenceley was talking to Mr. Appel, who was listening so attentively that Wallie wondered what she was saying. They were sitting close to the window of the reception room and it occurred to Wallie that there would be no harm in stepping inside and gratifying his curiosity.
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