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Updated: May 15, 2025
Another eight-thirty-to-six reality of muslin underwearing, crash toweling, and skirt-binding. But, not given to self-inventory, the Popular Store emptied itself with that blessed elasticity of spirit which, unappalled, stretches to to-morrows as they come. At Ninth Street Miss Lola Hassiebrock loosed her arm where Miss Beemis had linked into it.
His disgust at having been left out in the cold, though he was in no professional way concerned in the task of discovering the murderer of Lemuel Shackford, had caused Lawyer Perkins instantly to repudiate Mr. Taggett's action. "Taggett is a low, intriguing fellow," he had said to Justice Beemis; "Taggett is a fraud." Young Shackford's ingenuous manner now confirmed Mr. Perkins in that belief.
"It was in this office less than one hour ago," said Lawyer Perkins sternly. "It was brought here for me to identify Lemuel Shackford's handwriting. Justice Beemis has that paper!" "Justice Beemis has it!" exclaimed Richard. "I have nothing more to say," observed Lawyer Perkins, reaching out his hand towards the green bag, as a sign that the interview was ended.
Begged me last night out at Claxton Inn, with Jess Turner and all that bunch along, to let them roust out old man Gerber there in Claxton and get married in poetry. Put that in your pipe and smoke it awhile, Josie; it may soothe your nerve." "Y-aw," said Miss Beemis. The day dwindled. Died.
All the doctors say that nine gaps out of ten are nerves." Miss Beemis hugged herself a bit flatter, looking out straight ahead into a parasol sale across the aisle. "Enough sleep ain't such a bad cure for gaps," she said. "I'll catch up in time, dearie; my foot's been asleep all day." "Huh!" sniffling so that her thin nose quirked sidewise. "I will now indulge in hollow laughter "
He was evidently in great dread of a visit from some person, and that person was Durgin. Torrini ought to be questioned without delay; he is very low, and may die at any moment. He is lying in a house at the further end of the town. If it is not imperative that I should report myself to Justice Beemis, we had better go there at once." Mr.
His meals were sent in from the hotel to the Shackford house, where the constables reported to him, and where he held protracted conferences with Justice Beemis, Coroner Whidden, Lawyer Perkins, and a few others, and declined to be interviewed by the local editor. To the outside eye that weather-stained, faded old house appeared a throbbing seat of esoteric intelligence.
The explosion of the old lawyer's wrath was so unexpected that Justice Beemis, who had dropped in to make the disclosures and talk the matter over informally, clutched at his broad-brimmed Panama hat and precipitately retreated from the office. Mr.
"I'll have you know, Josie Beemis, that if every girl in this store watched her step like me, there'd be a darn sight less trouble in the world." "I know you don't go beyond the life-line, Loo, but, gee! you you do swim out some!" "Little Loo knows her own depth, all righty." "Not the way you're cuttin' up with Charley Cox."
The action was one altogether of natural amazement, and convinced Mr. Perkins, who had keenly watched the effect of his announcement, that young Shackford was being very hardly used. Justice Beemis had given Mr. Perkins only a brief outline of the facts, and had barely touched on details when the old lawyer's anger had put an end to the conversation.
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