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Updated: June 18, 2025
But, so far as we knew, Pap had no children; accordingly we jumped to the conclusion that Andrew Spooner got his nickname from a community who had rechristened the tallest man in our village "Shorty" and the ugliest "Beaut." The humorists knew that Pap might have been the father of the foothills, the George Washington of Paradise, but he wasn't.
You should have a beard when you grow older. Your mouth is so big." A strange new feeling shot through Beaut. He wondered why she had said that and wanted to take hold of her hand and kiss her then and there. He got up and looked at the sun going down behind the hill far away at the other end of the valley. "We'd better be getting along back," he said. The woman remained seated on the log.
"Yes, yes, raise and expose her mugg," cried one; "if she were a beaut she would'nt let you lose that way. Lift her veil." It was time for Oscar to interfere and he said: "That will do, young fellow." "Will it?" cried the man in a fierce tone. "Yes." "What have you got to say about it anyhow?" "This lady is in my company, under my protection." "Oh, is she?" "She is." "Well, here goes."
A man sitting at Allis's elbow suddenly cried in a voice enthused into the joyous treble of a boy's: "Look at that big Black; isn't he a beaut? Number thirteen. That's a hoodoo number, if you like; it's enough to give a backer cold feet." "I thought you weren't superstitious, Rex;" this was a woman's voice. "I'm not, an' I'm going straight down to back that Black, thirteen and all."
It was just their pie, as the slang phrase has it. "You've lost," cried the better. "Come, come, miss, do you hear what he says? I know you're a beaut. Raise your veil and give me the laugh on him." Cad sat mute, and finally the man said: "I can't lose; I've got to see your face if I lift your veil myself."
After the song he put his head down upon the bar and wept while the miners looked on touched with sympathy. On the summer afternoon when Beaut McGregor listened, the oculist was engaged in a violent quarrel with another man, drunk like himself. The second man was a slender dandified fellow of middle age who sold shoes for a Philadelphia jobbing-house.
"'Dat guy was tryin' to get nex' to me wife, de Circassian Beaut', answers the Stone Breaker. 'He spouts bum poetry about her, an' I won't stand fer it, see? Leave me go an' I'll crack his nut as easy as I would a pavin' stone. Merritt had lots of fight left in him and tried to break loose, but the Circassian's remarks wilted him and I never knew him to use poetry again.
It sniffs like Holy Gee, it's a roast turkey! And oh, say, Geoff she's a beaut!" "Precisely what Mr. Pffeffenfifer assured me," said Ravenslee, depositing his other burdens on the table. "Mr. Pffeffenfifer is a man educated in eats, a food fancier, an artist of the appetite! Mr. Pffeffenfifer is fat and soulful! Mr.
"One good turn deserves another, you know." "A little more power to your left foot, or you'll be in that ditch yet, Landy!" "Oh! Landy, does your mother know you're risking your precious old neck on that beaut of a wheel?" The fat scout did not cease his exertions until he had reached the place where his four chums sat on the fence.
Down the street came a file of soldiers with guns swung across their shoulders. Again Beaut was thrilled by the sight of trained orderly men moving along shoulder to shoulder. In the presence of these men the disorganized miners seemed pitifully weak and insignificant. The girl pulled the shawl about her head and ran up the street to disappear into the stairway.
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