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Then there should have followed on Benny's part some queer little tricks designed to bring forth a laugh. But as Joe watched through the glass sides of the tank, he saw a look of agony come over Ben's face. The boy seemed doubled up in a cramp, and his hand went to the back of his head. "There's something wrong!" thought Joe in a flash. "Benny's in bad! I've got to help him!"
And Uncle David could come here, and live with them. He wouldn't want to stay there without me, or no one." "It wouldn't do, Joey dear." "No," the boy assented. "You can go and tell Benny I said you might go, if his father will have you." "Oh, he will; he said so; Benny's ast him! And he said he'd take good care of us both." "I'm not afraid. You know how to take care of yourself. And, Joey "
Later it was discovered on Benny's back as he scampered over the clearings. He had outgrown his barn in one night. Benny was very notional and would never pull a load unless there was snow on the ground so after the spring thaws they had to white wash the logging roads to fool him. Gluttony killed Benny.
Now, with a check for sixteen thousand SIXTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS! in his hand, he stood dumbly, curiously unmoved. Slowly, the first bitter months on this land, little Benny's death from lack of nourishment, his father's desperate efforts to establish his family, the years of his mother's slow crucifixion, his own long struggle all floated before him in a fog of reverie.
"Say, he'd like it great, wouldn't he? But, pa, you didn't tell me yet if you liked the money." The man stirred, as if waking from a trance. He threw his arm around Benny's shoulders. "Like it? Why, of course, I like it, Benny, my boy! Why, I'm going to have time now to get acquainted with my children!" Across the room Mr.
Maybe I wouldn't have done so bad, though, if it hadn't been for Aunt Laura. And say, mark it up on the bulletin right here, she ain't my aunt! She's Benny's. I was tellin' you how I loaded Mildred, our lady typewriter that was, into Mr. Robert's car alongside of Bashful Benny, and what came of it, wa'n't I! And how Benny's so grateful that he says I've got to be one of the ushers?
No prophetic eye was needed to foresee the terrors that would beset her in the days to come, when she would walk back and forth before the bars, warping the yarn to be woven into cloth for his and Benny's clothes; how she would regard the harmless frame as an uncanny thing, endowed with supernatural powers, and look askance at it, and shrink from touching it; how she would watch for the sign to come true, and tremble lest it come.
But Benny had a happier look on his face when Joe went out, and the suffering boy put under his pillow a precious piece of paper. "What's the news?" asked Jim Tracy, as Joe came back from the hospital. "Not very good," was the reply. "Benny's worse." "Then he won't be with us to-day?" "No, and not for some days to come, I fancy." "Will you do the act this afternoon and to-night then, Joe?
There was something about him that caused a man of Benny's sort to stop and think. "Qué hay, Bud?" called a voice, and old José, his face shining with his joy Bud was certain that Judith had actually kissed the leathery cheek and wondered how she could do it! came down the knoll. "La señorita wants you!" "Haw!" gurgled Bandy O'Neil facetiously. "It's your manly beauty, Bud!
They had no money, but the accommodating "Bard" agreed to sacrifice his blanket in the cause of hospitality; and armed with that and several pounds of tallow candles, "Gibs," upon whom the lot had fallen, set forth to run the blockade to Benny's.
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