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Chalker, pray earnestly for gold in order that you may become virtuous." Mr. Chalker grinned, but looked uncomfortable. "I will, mister," he said, "I will pray with all my might." Nevertheless, he remained for the space of the whole morning in uneasiness. The words of the Philosopher troubled him.
"Well, I don't know " Mr. Chalker was not in the habit of giving addresses, but in this case, perhaps Joe might be squeezed as well as his grandfather. Unfortunately that bill with the signature had been destroyed. "I don't know. Perhaps if I find out I may tell you. And, James, if you can learn anything this rubbish won't fetch half the money I'll make it worth your while, James, I will indeed."
"And a very good security too, if he does justice to his relations." "Yes; but how did I know whether he was going to do justice? Come, Joe, don't be shirty with an old friend." There was a cordiality in the solicitor's manner which boded well. Joe was pretty certain that Mr. Chalker was not a man to cultivate friendship unless something was to be got out of it.
None but a philosopher who had studied Confucius and Lao Kiun, would have conceived so fine a scheme. First he paid a visit to Mr. Chalker. The office was the ground-floor front room, in one of the small streets north of the King's Road. It was not an imposing office, nor did it seem as if much business was done there; and one clerk of tender years sufficed for Mr. Chalker's wants.
He addressed his words, without turning his head, to a man who had just come in, and was gazing at him with unbounded astonishment. "You here, Joe??" he said. Joe started. "Why, Chalker, who'd have thought to meet you in this music-hall?" "It's a good step, isn't it? And what are you doing, Joe? I heard you'd left the P. and O. Company." "Had to," said Joe.
Was life worth living at this rate? If he didn't tell Chalker about the nets that imbecile old groundsman would be certain to stick up half a dozen sets, and there'd be no end of a row. That was 7:30 striking now, and he had to be in the chapel at five minutes to eight, and Chalker's hut was a long five minutes from the boat-house. And then those eight French verbs and that Caesar
I'm a chalker, 'n' I'm flat. I'm lookin' fur a job. "He sizes me up fur quite a while. "'Well, he says at last, 'I guess if they trim you they'll earn it. Go down two blocks, then half a block to your right and take a squint at the saloon with the buffalo head over the bar. "I finds the saloon easy enough. "'Make it a tall one, I says to the barkeep.
"As for Joe," Mr. Chalker went on, "you are going to do nothing for him. I know that. But is it business like, Mr. Emblem, to waste good money which you might have invested for your granddaughter?" "You do not understand. Mr. Chalker. You really do not, and I cannot explain. But about this bill of sale never mind my granddaughter." "You the aforesaid Richard Emblem" Mr.
It's a cruel hard case to be done out of my money. How am I to find out whether anything I tell you would be of use to you or not? What kind of thing do you want? How do I know that if you get what you want, you won't swear it is of no use to you?" "You have the word of one who never broke his word." Mr. Chalker laughed derisively.
She's a woman, let me tell you, Mr. Chalker, who will get along. Fine figure, plenty of cheek, loud voice, flings herself about, and don't mind a bit when the words are a leetle strong. That's the kind of singer the people like. That's her husband, at the far end of the room the big, good-looking chap with the light mustache and the cigarette in his mouth." "Whew!" Mr.
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