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The fact is, up there at Cedar City I met some people that got confidential with me one day, and told me a lot of their names. There was Mr. Barney Carter and Mr. Sam Woods, and they talked right freely about some folks. I found out what I was wanting to know, being that they were drinking men." He had moved slightly as he spoke and she glanced at the revolver still held along his knee.
"But," cried Carter, "there isn't any demand!" "There will be," said Dolly, "when five million people read our advertisements." She dragged him to the window and pointed triumphantly into the street. "See that!" she said. "Mr. Spink sent them here for me to inspect." Drawn up in a line that stretched from Fifth Avenue to Broadway were an army of sandwich men.
At the same time came a second hail from the crow's-nest. "On deck, sir." "Hello," responded Carter, the officer of the deck. "There's a light here I can't make anything out of, sir." "What's it like?" "Sort of a queer general glow." "General glow, indeed!" muttered Forsythe, among the group aft. "That fellow's got an imagination." "Can't you describe it better than that?" called Carter.
"There are fourteen," he announced, "two more than we were expecting to find here." "At what do you suppose they are working?" asked Jane curiously. "Here comes Carter," replied Fleck. "Perhaps he can tell us. His face shows that he has learned something."
Carter was fond of explaining, of elephants and camels parading in the distance. The humps of the hills some of them as high as eighteen hundred feet rose stately and green. Below, quite visible for a mile or more, moved the dusty, white road descending to Stroudsburg. Out of her Louisville earnings Mrs.
But with a soft entreating wail the music came to an end and there the doctor was, smiling down into my face with his whimsical friendly smile that woke me up all over. "Somebody has stolen a rose from the Carter garden and brought it to the dance," he said with a laugh that was for me alone. "No," I flashed back, "a string-bean."
A man that can't be happy with a woman who is willing to "fulfil his destiny" doesn't deserve to be. Then we came over here, and John had the most beautiful time persuading Aunt Adeline how a good man like Mr. Carter would want his young widow to be taken care of by being married to a safe friend of his instead of being flighty and having folks wondering whom she would marry.
The fight on the preceding day had stirred his blood and other things perhaps had contributed to his restless state of mind. He thought of Clare's torn frock, and he wished he had killed the carter outright. He reflected that, as the man was attacking him with a knife, he himself would have been acquitted.
Skiddles hesitated. Mr. Carter made no sign. "Pete! Pete!" shrilled the voice again. Slowly, very slowly, Skiddles turned and went back into the bedroom. "You see," said Mr. Carter, smiling, "he won't be too unhappy away from me, Mrs. Bailey." On his way home the philanthropist saw even more evidences of Christmas gaiety along the streets than before.
She was so enchanted to hear how William the Red was brought by a carter to be buried in Winchester, and about the great turquoise and the broken shaft of wood found in the tomb, that I hadn't the heart to tell her it probably wasn't his burial place, but that of Henri de Blois.
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