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Updated: June 18, 2025
I want to go away." His voice rose and hatred flamed up in him. "You wait," he boasted. "I'll make men stop being fools. I'll make children of them. I'll " Pausing he looked at his two companions. Beaut poked the ground with a stick. The boy sitting beside him laughed. He was a short well dressed black haired boy with rings on his fingers who worked in the town poolroom, racking the pool balls.
"I'm afraid, you'll be seen from the shore," Tom said, but without that note of assurance and authority which he had been accustomed to use. "Don't worry," said Archer, "it's too thick and hazy. Just wait till I spearr one morre. Therre's a beaut, now "
The drink they had given Beaut was a horrible mess concocted by the laughing bartender at their suggestion. "We will get the big fellow drunk and hear him roar," the bartender had said. As he walked toward the back of the stable a convulsive nausea seized Beaut. He stumbled and pitched forward, cutting his face on the floor.
Two or three were very pretty in their thin summer dresses and flowered or feathered head gear, tilted at picturesque angles over their thick hair. When each one entered the eyes of the young men at the corner table followed her with curiosity and interest, but the glances at her escort were always of a disparaging nature. "There's a beaut!" said Nick Baumgarten.
"Invented anything new?" asked Ned as he gave his order to the waitress. "No, nothing since the egg-beater I was telling you about. But I'm working on some things." "Why don't you invent an automobile or an airship?" "Maybe I will some day, but, speaking of autos, did you see the one Andy Foger has?" "Yes; it's a beaut! Have you seen it?" "Altogether at too close range.
A shock ran through McGregor when he looked over the shoulder of the man and saw what book he read. "It is strange," he thought, "that this fellow should stick to the same book that fat old Weeks makes his living by." Beaut sat on the log beside Hartnet and watched him. The reading man looked up and nodded nervously then slid along the log to the farther end. Beaut laughed.
If I haven't said it before, it's because " he stopped; Kate, as though it were an actual presence, could see the figure of Eleanor rising between them. "Yes, I know " she said quickly. "You do think I'm attractive then cross your heart." "Cross my heart, you're a beaut." "But that doesn't get me any further with my troubles." "What are his bad points that make you hold off?"
The meeting was not at first particularly cordial, but when Handy comprehended the predicament in which his friend had placed himself he laughed. "You're a beaut, you are. It's a mighty lucky thing Fogg didn't catch you, let me tell you.
"Poor and humble, I would go teaching them of love." Spreading out his hands like one pronouncing a benediction he shouted, "Oh men of Coal Creek, I would teach you love and the destruction of evil." Beaut jumped up from the log and strode before the trembling figure. He was strangely moved. Grasping the man he thrust him back upon the log.
Beaut ceased speaking and jumping over the logs ran down the road. Among the first of the miner's houses he stopped and laughed awkwardly. "I am cracked also," he thought, "shouting at emptiness on a hillside." He went on in a reflective mood, wondering what power had taken hold of him. "I would like a fight a fight against odds," he thought. "I will stir things up when I am a lawyer in the city."
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