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Updated: May 3, 2025
"One man bunged, and four to lug him home, and the rest of the crew taking a sympathetic vacation!" Farr, sauntering, swung off the highway down the lane leading to the temporary bridge. "Here, you long-horned steer, want a job?" called the contractor from his rostrum on the granite block. "No, my Sussex shote, I do not!" "Damnation! You dare to call me names, you hobo?"
Old Etienne was always ready to sit and whittle until the evening settled down and he could see no longer, even though he held the wood and busy knife close to his eyes. So on that evening he whittled as usual. Walker Farr came to the yard and sat beside the old man on the door-step and was plainly thinking no agreeable thoughts while he listened to the chatter of the children.
"You're a tramp." Farr sauntered on. "You're a tramp, and here's what we are doing to tramps in this county right now!" Beyond them in the highway men were delving with shovels and hacking with mattocks. The men wore blue drilling overalls, obtrusively new, and their faces were pasty pale. "We have taken 'em out of jail and put 'em doing honest work," said the farmer.
Now, my deare sister, having gone as farr towards satisfieing all y'r queerys as my paper wou'd welle permitt, I will say no more but to begg you to send me all ye knews, and to believe that none can be more affectionately y'r humble servant than your brother." In this extract we have strong ground for supposing that our Matthew truly loved the player-girl, and meant honestly by his sweetheart.
"What is the occasion of this effusive welcome to your city?" asked Farr. The man who held one of the captive's arms was panting. He had run at top speed from the house to which he and his mates had borne the injured man. "You thief! You sneak! Eat a man's grub, his hard-earned grub, and steal when his wife's back is turned!" "Of all dirty work this job is the worst," declared the big man.
I've just been through the convention hall. They are out and open and they're against us." "That Farr has a proxy from a delegate in the Eleventh Ward and is on the floor," stated another. "But he isn't a voter." "He wasn't a little while ago, but he is to-day, Colonel. The board of registration had to put his name on the books he has lived here long enough to become a voter."
"We find further, that J. B. Farr, the defendant in error, was not and is not the duly elected sheriff of Huerfano county, and that E. L. Neelley, the plaintiff in error, was and is the duly elected sheriff of said county.
The mistress of the despoiled home, red of eyes, hurrying from her sink with a cold compress in her trembling hands, viewed Farr from her back door. "That isn't the man. I never saw him before. Oh, he is in awful pain. Why doesn't that doctor get here? But there doesn't seem to be anything broken. He took my pocketbook, too, with two dollars and twenty-seven cents in it.
He danced the doll upon his broad palm, and the child's eyes, dancing too, thanked him for the courtesy he was paying to her dearest friend. But Walker Farr realized that something strange and disquieting in the case of a man who believed himself a cynic was stirring within him. That hostage of the doll was not sufficient to satisfy the sudden queer craving.
I can go abroad and do good to a foolish world; I can use the stipend my good benefactor allows to me for my work and I can help poor folks here and there. Therefore, I am content with my modified mission. Is thee more at peace with the world?" "I ought to be, after hearing you say that you are contented," said Farr, with irony. "Thee has manifestly improved thy condition, so I observe."
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