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If you wish to see another phase of life, go out on a Saturday evening, from nine o'clock on to eleven, starting on a Beecham's Pill 'bus, and keep to the poorer districts, alighting occasionally to stand with the crowd in the narrower thoroughfares. It is a market night, and the streets will be a moving mass of men and women buying at the hucksters' stalls.
Tozer had retired from the shop; but the shop was still there, greasy and buttery as ever, and Mrs. Beecham's own respected papa was still "the butterman." How would Phoebe bear it? This was the uppermost thought in her mind. "You know, my darling," she said afterwards, when they had left the study, and were seated, talking it over, in the drawing-room, "there will be a great deal to put up with.
Beecham thought that you would take me across," said Tom. "Sam, give him Mr. Beecham's note." "Yassuh." Sam produced the note. The ferryman read it, scratching his head. "That man'll be my death yet," he said. "Take a horse across today? No, sir! I'll take you across if you and the nigger'll handle oars, but not the horse! No, sir! It's against the law, anyways. No Sentry, no crossing. No, sir!
Gertie left us in October 1897, and it was somewhere about January 1898 that all the letters from Caddagat were full to overflowing with the wonderful news of Harold Beecham's reinstatement at Five-Bob Downs, under the same conditions as he had held sway there in my day.
"Quite so quite so. Floyd County is here." He pointed. "Yes," answered Tom. "Does there seem to be any chance of the storm ending, sir?" The weather provided a safer subject of conversation, which lasted for nearly a half-hour. Then Tom became intensely interested in Mr. Beecham's estate, and the difficulties of handling crops in war time. Miss Marjorie sat near them, sewing.
The Franco-Prussian War is not advertised all over France like Beecham's Pills, whereas six years ago you couldn't move two steps in London without seeing posters of Lola Brandt and her horse Sultan." "Ah, the horse!" said I. "That's how the wicked circus story got about." "It was the last act I ever did," said Madame Brandt.
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