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Charley Biggers was short and boyish, with a fat, round face. When he laughed he showed a fine set of big, sensual teeth. His eyes were jolly, flighty, insincere. Weakness was written all over him, from a derby hat sitting back rakishly on his forehead to the small, effeminate boot that fitted so neatly his small effeminate foot.
The Bishop witnessed it, gave Uncle Davy another toddy, and, after again cautioning him to watch young Biggers closely, rode away. Across the hill the old man rode to Millwood, and as he rode his head was bent forward in troubled thought. He had heard that Edward Conway had come to the sorest need even to where he would place his daughters in the mill.
The newly created Leading Seaman, whose nose was a reminder of the vagaries of the main sheet block of a cutter when going about, flushed with pleasure and turned smartly on his heel. The vacant rate was due to a lapse from rectitude on the part of one Biggers, leading hand of the quarter-deck, who had returned from leave with a small flat flask tucked inside his cholera belt.
Oh, you're a sly one " he went on whisperingly "the smoothest one with women I ever seed. But you'll have to thank me for that queen. Guess I'll go down an' take a dram. I want to git the lint out of my throat." "I'll be down later," said Travis as he looked at his watch. "Charley Biggers and I. It's our night to have a little fun with the boys." "I'll see you there," said Jud.
By the time I am dead they will be married good an' hard. I am almost gone as it is, the ole man he's liable to drap off any time yea, Lord, thy servant is ready to go but I do hope that the good master will let me live long enough to hold one of my Biggers grandboys on my knees." "All I've got to say," said the Bishop, "is jus' to watch yo' son-in-law.
Kent McKibben knew Horton Biggers, the editor, who was a rather desolate and disillusioned person of forty-five, gray, and depressed-looking a sort of human sponge or barnacle who was only galvanized into seeming interest and cheerfulness by sheer necessity.
If you were to be nice to them now I think they'd appreciate it later. He's rather liberal, and a good fellow." Biggers pricked up his ears. This social journalism was thin picking at best, and he had very few ways of turning an honest penny. The would be's and half-in's who expected nice things said of them had to subscribe, and rather liberally, to his paper.
At this point Tilly got up and left the room. "'Fourth. I give and bequeath to my devoted daughter, Tilly, and her husband, Charles C. Biggers, all my personal property, including the crib up in the loft, the razor my grandfather left me, the old mare and her colt, the best bed in the parlor, and " The Bishop stopped and looked serious. "Davy, ain't you a trifle previous in this?" he asked.
Those were the days when the society editor was accepted as a member of society de facto and treated more as a guest than a reporter, though even then the tendency was toward elimination. Working for Cowperwood, and liking him, McKibben said to Biggers one evening: "You know the Cowperwoods, don't you, Biggers?"
"It keeps me solid with them health, gentlemen!" Charley Biggers showed his good-natured teeth: "Health, gentlemen," he grinned. Then he hiccoughed through his weak little nose. "Joe Hopper can't rise, gentlemen, Joe is drunk, an' an' a widderer, besides," hiccoughed Joe from below. Joe had been a widower for a year.
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