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Connie Myers had introduced himself one night several years ago with a blackjack that had just missed its mark as the man had jumped out from a dark alleyway on the East Side, and he, Jimmie Dale, had thrashed the other to within an inch of his life. He had reason to know Connie Myers and Connie Myers had reason to remember him! "Yes," he said, with a grim smile; "I know Connie Myers."
It became Peter's, form of sport to stick an automatic revolver in his hip-pocket, and take a blackjack in his hand, and rush into a room where thirty or forty Russians or "Sheenies" of all ages and lengths of beard were struggling to learn the intricacies of English spelling.
"I was at Golden to-day on business connected with a divorce case. By chance I ran across a record that astonished me. It may be only a coincidence of names, but " "Now you've wrapped up the blackjack so that it won't hurt, suppose you go ahead and hit me over the head with it," suggested Cunningham dryly. The lawyer told what he knew.
The newspaper men were giving out cigarettes. Several men grouped round them. One shouted out: "We're the guys does the light work. Blackjack Pershing's own pet labor battalion." "They like us so well they just can't let us go." "Damn jackasses," muttered Hoggenback, as, with his eyes to the ground, he passed Andrews. "I could tell 'em some things'd make their goddam ears buzz." "Why don't you?"
Wolfram, which is most like it, is a little heavier, from 7.0 to 7.5, but its streak is red, brown, or blackish-brown. Rutile is much lighter, 4.2, and the streak light-brown; tourmaline is only 3.2. Blackjack is 4.3, and its streak yellowish-white.
William Walker, who was acting his second in command, was still waiting his orders for the following day. He saw Brown enter the ravine at one o'clock. Impatient of his endless wandering, tired and sleepy, he decided to follow his Chief and ask his orders. He found him in a sitting posture, leaning against a blackjack, his rifle across his knees. Walker called softly and received no response.
If the instinctive part of us is so important, let us have a look at it, says society; perhaps something anti-social may be unearthed there. A Viennese explores this area of the mind. He discovers what society would forbid, merely hidden away. Civilization has merely pressed it into dark corners, as the law has crowded the blackjack artist into alleys and dens of thieves.
He's an inveterate I mean, enthusiastic, card-player." Willa rewarded his efforts with a wriggle of interest. "Monte, stud or blackjack?" she demanded. "What's his limit? Good loser?" "Very!" The family lawyer was on solid ground here. "In fact I may say the best and most consistent loser I have knowledge of. It has not been decided yet what ah, field of industry he will enter.
The defendant had killed his wife with a blackjack, and having dragged her body into the back yard, carefully unbolted the gate leading to the adjacent alley and, retiring to the house, went to bed. His purpose was to create the impression that she had been murdered by some one from outside the premises.
Even now it seemed almost incredible. And yet what meaning would her words have other than the monstrous one which had smitten him as a blackjack? "Say I mean, Eugenia you don't want you aren't trying you aren't working to you haven't any idea of trying to get them to make me a Lord, have you?" "It is what I have been working for all these years!" "But but why? Why? That's what I want to know.
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