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"Oh! he was up to Metropolisville las' week. He a'n't so much of a singster as he wus. Gone to spekilatin'. The St. Paul and Big Gun River Valley Railroad is a-goin' t' his taown." Here the Superior Being stopped talking, and waited to be questioned. "Laid off a town, then, has he?" "Couldn' help hisself.
"And others will have it as the engagement's broken off by reason of your losin' all your money in Johnny Rogers's smash?" "And that," said Cai, "is just as true as the other. But who says that Rogers has gone smash?" "Everyone. I tackled Tabb upon the subject this mornin', and he couldn' deny it. The man's clean scat.
An' when I got to the top o' the hill an' looked back, an' saw Blacky goin' into the schoolhouse again, I couldn' get home fast enough." "Was that what broke up the school?" "Not right away," the other replied. "Thar was some that never come nigh the place agin, but befo' two weeks most of us was back.
Already he was two glasses ahead of Lorimer; but no outward sign betrayed the fact. "I am willing to bet that they kept you more strict at Eton than the Doctor kept us." Lorimer set down his glass and gave a knowing wink which, at another time, he would have been swift to condemn in his left-hand neighbor. "They tried; but they couldn' do much about it. Besides, there was college, you know."
We had er big black washpot an de way we prayed we'd go out an put our mouths to der groun an pray low an de sound wud go up under de pot an ole boss couldn' bear us. De white preacher would call us under a tree Sunday evenin tuh preach tuh us. Dis is whut his text would be: "Mind yo mistress."
Mr Nanjivell said as I couldn' learn too early to lay by against a rainy day, and I was to take it to Missis Pengelly's and if it took the form of trousers he didn' mind. Mother wanted me to put it in the savings bank, but he wouldn' hear of it. He said they weren't to be trusted any longer not savings banks. He said " "But where did he get it?" 'Biades blinked, and set his face hardily.
"Dave didn't hardly knowed w'at ter do; but he couldn' tell no lie, so he 'fessed he could read de Bible a little by spellin' out de words. Mars Dugal' look' mighty solemn. "'Dis yer is a se'ious matter, sezee; 'it's 'g'in de law ter l'arn niggers how ter read, er 'low 'em ter hab books. But w'at yer l'arn out'n dat Bible, Dave? "Dave wa'n't no fool, ef he wuz a nigger, en sezee:
'Twas awnly the thot like, but folks reckoned the saint 'ud take the will for the act, 'cause poor people couldn' give a saint nothin' worth namin'." Barren had heard of the votive offerings left by the faithful in past days at St. Madron's shrine, but felt somewhat surprised to find the practice dated back to a time so recent as Joan's infancy.
"Boy with package. Least, I reckon it were a boy. Call' back from the front walk, say he couldn' wait. Say he lef' package in vestibule." "What sort of a package?" "Middle-size kind o' big package." "Why don't you see what it is, Richard?" Mrs. Lindley asked of her son. "Bring it to the table, Joe." When it was brought, Richard looked at the superscription with surprise.
"I trade in a mandoline fer him what had her neck kind o' busted off on one side. I couldn' play her nohow, an' I found her, anyways. Yes-suh, I trade in 'at mandoline fer him 'cause always did like to have me a good dog but I d'in' have me no name fer him; an' this here Blooie Bowers, what I trade in the mandoline to, he say HE d'in have no name fer him.
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