United States or Panama ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Do you like me, Florence?" asked Dodger, brightening up. "To be sure I do. I hope you don't doubt it." "Why, it don't seem natural-like. You're a fashionable young lady " "Not very fashionable, Dodger, just at present." "Well, a high-toned young lady one of the tip-tops, and I am a rough Bowery boy." "You were once, but you are getting over that rapidly. Did you ever hear of Andy Johnson?"
Late in June the last rails were laid and the ballasting, such as it was, was well under way. The "terminal stations," as the engineer jocosely called them, were neat little structures of logs, and there was a log roundhouse, where the Stump Dodger retired in smutty and smoky seclusion when its day's toil was finished.
Why, I could carry a child twice as heavy." They reached the room at last a poor one, but a welcome repose from the streets. "Don't you ever expect to see your husband again?" asked Dodger. "Can't you compel him to support you?" "I don't know where he is," answered the woman, despondently. "If you will tell me his name, I may come across him some day."
Here, Kitty, come and mind the stand," she called to a girl about thirteen across the street, "and don't let anybody steal the apples. Look out for Jimmy Mahone, he stole a couple of apples right under my nose this mornin', the young spalpeen!" As they were crossing the street, a boy of fourteen ran up to Dodger. "Dodger," said he, "you'd better go right over to Tim Bolton's.
They both smoked, for some seconds, in silence. 'I suppose you don't even know what a prig is? said the Dodger mournfully. 'I think I know that, replied Oliver, looking up. 'It's a the ; you're one, are you not? inquired Oliver, checking himself. 'I am, replied the Doger. 'I'd scorn to be anything else. Mr.
While we were waiting in the Broad Street House for the order to start for Columbia, after we had got all packed up, the officers commenced writing their names on the wall near where they had slept, and being in rather a poetical mood just then, I took my pencil and wrote on the wall in the corner where my quarters had been, the following: I have slept in this corner for many a night, A prisoner of war in a pitiful plight, I have ate my corn dodger, my bacon and rice, And have skirmished my shirt and my drawers for lice.
He'll do his bit next time without any short-time or clemency foolishness." Ben Price knew Jimmy's habits. He had learned them while working up the Springfield case. Long jumps, quick get-aways, no confederates, and a taste for good society these ways had helped Mr. Valentine to become noted as a successful dodger of retribution.
Look after your legs if you do! 'Stand still a moment, and I'll get you one, replied the voice. The receding footsteps of the speaker were heard; and, in another minute, the form of Mr. John Dawkins, otherwise the Artful Dodger, appeared. He bore in his right hand a tallow candle stuck in the end of a cleft stick.
He beheld, mirrored in the water, a handsome pair of Y-shaped antlers, each with two points! "Hurrah!" he cried. "I'll make those Spike Horns feel like hiding themselves again." He had expected to have a pleasant time showing his new antlers to his old friends. When he met Dodger the Deer, Nimble called to him: "See what I've got! Antlers! Two points!" "Ho!" said Dodger. "So have I got antlers.
"He's a queer customer!" thought Dodger. "However, it's all one to me, as long as he pays me well for the job." They got out at One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street, and struck down toward the river, Dodger carrying the valise. "I wonder where we're going?" he asked himself. At length they reached a wooden house of three stories, standing by itself, and here the stranger stopped.
Word Of The Day