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"You come along and do as the Romans do, of course," replied Charlie. "Didn't know I was getting into a Catholic church," retorted the other. "Say, don't rush me way up in front, will you?" "Never you mind that. Come on." And before Dick could say more the usher was half way up the aisle. "Who is that stranger Charlie Bowen is seating?" said old Mrs. Gadsby in a low voice, to her neighbor.
The day brightens. Gadsby, there's a fair chance a dashed fair chance! The flicker, y'know. The sweat, y'know! I saw how it would be. The punkah, y'know. Deuced clever woman that Ayah of yours. Stopped the punkah just at the right time. A dashed good chance! No you don't go in. We'll pull her through yet I promise on my reputation under Providence. Send a man with this note to Bingle.
"In a very short time he had more customers than both Brown and Gadsby but the landlord was not to be found although diligent search was made all through the house. Next morning the house was visited by an increased number of guests, but Snow was still absent." The mob then began to search the houses of his associates for him.
It passes in three strides. I'm always thinking about it. Phil Gadsby funking a fall on parade! Sweet picture, isn't it! Draw it for me. A man like you can't be as bad as that. A fall is no nice thing, but one never gives it a thought. G. Doesn't one?
He has taken up the curb two links, and Vermillion hates that. CAPT. G. Let me do it. MISS T. No, Vermillion understands me. Don't you, old man? Did they want to cut his chin off? There! CAPTAIN GADSBY watches the interlude with undisguised admiration. MISS T. Good gracious! So I have! Good-bye. CAPTAIN GADSBY stoops and makes the foot-rest.
How long were the boys out, over recess time?" "Twenty-five minutes." "Then," returned Mr. Gadsby, "I can quite see Dr. Thorton informing the young men that they would be expected to remain at least five times as long after school as they had been improperly away from it.
Wily Dick Prescott had been to see Mr. Gadsby, just before the arrival of the principal. In his other capacity of reporter for "The Blade" the High School pitcher had said a few earnest words to his host. Mr. Gadsby, with his eye turned ever toward election day and the press, had been wholly willing to listen. "Ya, ya, ya! Ye gotter do somethings!" This from Mr. Schimmelpodt.
Dismay would have been a mild name for what the fellows felt when they found themselves outside the building. Of the principal, in a rage they were little afraid. But when the principal controlled his temper he was a man in authority and of dangerous power. After his own meal, and some scowling reflection, Mr. Cantwell set out to find his friend and backer in the Board of Education, Mr. Gadsby.
CAPT. M. Dismiss! Break off! Left wheel! All troop to vestry. They sign. CAPT. M. Kiss Her, Gaddy. Wha at? General kissing, in which CAPT. G. is pursued by unknown female. Can I wipe my face now? CAPT. M. My responsibility has ended. Better ask Missis Gadsby.
They reached the neighborhood of the New Gadsby about nine in the evening, and passed down the alley to the lamp post. "There you are," said the colonel, triumphantly, with a wave of his hand which took in the whole side of the hotel. "There it is what did I tell you?" "Well, but why, Colonel, it's six stories high. I don't quite make out which window you " "All the windows, all of them.
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