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I've seen an oyster boat, that was leaking at every seam, calked and patched and painted to be good as new." "Perhaps," said Mr. Wirt, with a short laugh; "but the oyster boats don't go very far a-sea, and derelicts drift beyond hope or help. And, tossing his half-smoked cigar into the water, Mr. Wirt turned abruptly away without any further "goodnight."
Crane's lanky person was draped, with its customary effect of carelessness, on one end of the lounge seat. He looked up, nodded shortly but cheerfully to Lanyard, then resumed a somewhat quizzical contemplation of the half-smoked cigar which etiquette obliged him to neglect in the presence of a lady. "This is the gentleman?" Captain Osborne queried heavily of the girl.
Last week amidst a crowd who surrounded a polling booth, there stood a man about forty years of age he looked twenty years older. On his head was a battered hat; he wore a seedy, black coat; both his hands were in his pockets, and in his mouth the stump of a cigar which had been half-smoked by another man; his face was bloated, his eyes bleared and languid.
But some of the Committee had it in for Sandy, and so it was adios for him, poor devil. They murdered him in cold blood. I told them so, too. I told them " "Yes, I haven't the slightest doubt of that!" Dade flung away a half-smoked cigarette and agitatedly began to roll another one. "That's one reason why I want you to come down to Palo Alto, Jack.
The young Violinist sprang up and began pacing the room, pressing his hands to his eyes to drive away the notes, humming to himself to get rid of the sound, the theme, the one haunting, irrepressible motive. He walked up and down, lighting one cigarette after the other, puffing once, twice, and then hurling it half-smoked into the coals. Every little while he stopped and seemed to be listening.
The mottled face was unpleasantly twisted, a half-smoked cigar tilted between his lips. An instant the half-angry eyes of the two men met. "Must have made a conquest, from all appearances," ventured the leading man with a knowing wink. "Not so damned hard to catch on with, is she, when the right man tries it?"
Griffith averted his head and peered at the blueprints on the nearest wall with unseeing eyes. A full minute passed. Keeping his face still averted, he began to tap out the ash and half-smoked tobacco from his pipe. "H'm guess you'd better work in a room apart," he remarked in a matter-of-fact tone. "Too much running in and out here. D' you want to start right off?" "No," muttered Blake.
But instead of talking, the Mexican rolled a cigarette, and began smoking vigorously. Ralph was sleepy, and in spite of his repeated attempts to keep awake, he soon dozed off, and then fell into a sound slumber, from which he did not rouse up until daylight. The captain was asleep, snoring loudly, and with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
But few words had been said, and each man had scarcely tossed his first tobacco-ashes on the floor, when some one wearing heavy boots was heard opening an outside door and entering the Registrar's room. Harry Covare jumped down from his stool, laid his half-smoked cigarette thereon, and bounced into the next room, closing the door after him.
The child small, innocent cause of it stood round-eyed, wondering. "She has been naughty. What has she done, to be so naughty?" Over the maples the town clock slowly told the hour. They were free. The Collector tossed away the half-smoked tobacco-leaf his twelfth drew a long breath, and emitted it with a gay laugh of relief. At the same moment he saw Mr.
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