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At last he chuckled weakly to himself, "Champ's a devil of a feller " he caught up his words as if he were saying too much; laid his hand on Aileen's head; turned her face half round to his and, leaning, whispered again in her ear: "Don't you go back on Champ, promise me thet, Aileen." She sprang to her feet and laid her hand in his. "I promise, Uncle Jo." "Thet's a good girl."

"Champ's worried about something," he said to himself; he was making fast the boat. "I never see him look like that I hope he hasn't got hooked in with any of those Wall Street sharks." In a few minutes he heard the carriage wheels on the gravel in the driveway. He stopped on his way to the stable to listen. "He's driving like Jehu," he muttered.

Augustus spoke for him: "He said a man applied for work in the sheds this afternoon, Uncle Jo, who wrote his name Louis C. Googe." "Thet's him thet's Champ Champ's to home. You help me inter my coat, Tave, I 'm goin' to see ef's true " He rose with difficulty. Then Octavius spoke; his voice shook: "No, Uncle Jo, you sit still a while; if it's Champney, we can't none of us see him to-night."

I heerd 'em usin' Champ's name mighty free, Tave, just now guess he'd better come home an' calm 'em down some, or there'll be music in the air thet this town never danced to yet. By A. J., it riles me clear through to hear 'em!" "You can't blame them for wanting their pay, Uncle Jo." There was a challenge in the girl's voice which Uncle Jo immediately accepted.

"I ain't so sure of thet." Joel Quimber's tone implied obstinate conviction that his modestly expressed doubt was a foregone conclusion. "Champ's a devil of a feller when it comes to puttin' through anything. He's a chip off the old block. He'll put through more 'n his mother can git out if he gits in any thicker with them big guns race hosses, steam yachts an' fancy fixin's.

He could sink the hull Gore to the foundations of Old Time in a few of them suppers I've heerd he gin arter the show. I heerd he gin ten dollars a plate for the last one some kind of primy-donny, I heerd. But Champ's game though. I heerd Mr.

All our forces were now moving in the direction of the rebel Capital. "Our troops struck the rebel works and attacked them at five o'clock p.m., and after desperate fighting for hours Fort Harris was taken, with its fifteen guns and all its garrison; also, the line of works running down to Champ's farm, with several hundred prisoners. Thus again the work of war had begun in earnest.

"Guess we're all his friends in Flamsted I heered they fit in the shed, Champ an' Jim McCann it hadn't ought 'a'-ben, Aileen hadn't ought 'a'-ben; but't warn't Champ's fault, you may bet your life on thet. Champ went under, but he didn't stay under you remember thet, Aileen.