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"Ye-es . . . I thought maybe " He paused, turned the sailor over in his hand, whistled a few more bars of the dirge and then finished his sentence. "I thought maybe you might like to ask questions about 'em," he concluded. Mr. Bearse stared suspiciously at his companion, swallowed several times and, between swallows, started to speak, but each time gave it up. Mr.
His face was smooth-shaven, with wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and mouth. He wore spectacles perched at the very end of his nose, and looked down over rather than through them as he dipped the brush in the can of paint beside him on the floor. "Hello, Shavin's," hailed Mr. Bearse, blithely. The tall man applied the brush to the nude pine legs of the wooden sailor.
His dad, old Sol Bearse, seems to be pretty well satisfied, partic'lar as another engagement between the Bearse family and the Sterzers has just been given out." Barzilla helped himself to another doughnut. His host leaned back in his chair and laughed uproariously. "Well, by the great and mighty!" he exclaimed, "that Willie chap certainly did fool you, didn't he.
Two- thirds of Orham, so it seemed to Jed, was talking about it, wondering when the engagement would be announced and speculating, as Gabe Bearse had done, on Captain Sam's reception of the news. The principals, Maud and Charles, did not speak of it, of course neither did the captain or Ruth Armstrong.
By George, it's everything! What is this man's job? Tell me, quick." And Jed told him. Mr. Gabe Bearse lost another opportunity the next morning. The late bird misses the early worm and, as Gabriel was still slumbering peacefully at six A. M., he missed seeing Ruth Armstrong and her brother emerge from the door of the Winslow house at that hour and walk to the gate together.
"Gabe," he drawled, "did you ever hear about the feller that was born stone deef and the Doxology?" "Eh? What No, I never heard it." The eyes turned back to the wooden sailor and Mr. Winslow chose another brush. "Neither did he," he observed, and began to whistle what sounded like a dirge. Mr. Bearse stared at him for at least a minute. Then he shook his head. "Well, by Judas!" he exclaimed.
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At the sight of its occupants he uttered a grunt of satisfaction and his bushy brows were drawn together above his little eyes, the latter a washed-out gray and set very close together. "Humph!" he snarled, vindictively. "So you BE here. Gabe Bearse said you was, but I thought probably he was lyin', as usual. Did he lie about the other thing, that's what I've come here to find out?
"'Down him! chimes in big Jim, his knee in poor Snow's back. "'Run, Bearse! Run! whoops the Pinkerton man, liftin' his mouth out of the sand. "He run don't you worry about that! Likewise he dodged. One chap swooped at him, and he ducked under his arms. Another made a dive, and he jumped over him. The third one he pushed one side with his hand. 'Pushed! did I say?
A King Solomon down here in Orham would be an awful lonesome cuss." Upon a late September day forty-nine years and some months before that upon which Gabe Bearse came to Jed Winslow's windmill shop in Orham with the news of Leander Babbitt's enlistment, Miss Floretta Thompson came to that village to teach the "downstairs" school. Miss Thompson was an orphan.
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