Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
You've got to throw a man so's his shoulders touch. You got to give me another bout." "That's straight," put in Heise, "both his shoulders down at the same time. Try it again. You and Schouler have another try." McTeague was bewildered by so much simultaneous talk. He could not make out what it was all about. Could he have offended Marcus again? "What? What? Huh?
But Marcus was sulky; there could be no doubt about that. He avoided talking to McTeague, read the paper continually, answering the dentist's timid efforts at conversation in gruff monosyllables. Sometimes, even, he turned sideways to the table and talked at great length to Heise the harness-maker, whose table was next to theirs.
I at once placed Cummins in the column of honor with Heise and Armstrong, and calmly awaited further instructions.
They discussed this question some ten or fifteen minutes and then Heise rose. "Well, this ain't earning any money. I got to get back to the shop." McTeague got up as well, and the pair started for the door. Just as they were going out Ryer met them. "Hello, hello," he cried. "Lord, what a wet day! You two are going the wrong way. You're going to have a drink with me. Three whiskey punches, Joe."
The men gave their valuables into the keeping of their wives and promptly set to work. The dentist thrust Ryer down without even changing his grip; Marcus and the harness-maker struggled together for a few moments till Heise all at once slipped on a bit of turf and fell backwards.
You'll let me see you again, won't you?" "Won't I? Bet your life I will," he said, and then, as if seeing that my lip was trembling and my eyes were beginning to fill, he broke into a cheerful little burst of our native tongue, so as to give me a "heise" as we say in Ellan and to make me laugh at the last moment. "Look here keep to-morrow for me, will ye? So-long!"
"Mac, I didn't, and you know it. And what's more, I won't pay a nickel. Mr. Heise pays his bill next week, it's forty-three dollars, and you can just pay the thirty-five out of that." "Why, you got a whole hundred dollars saved up in your match-safe," shouted the dentist, throwing out an arm with an awkward gesture. "You pay half and I'll pay half, that's only fair."
He made great sweeping bows to the three women, and shook hands with "Cousin Trina," adding, as he turned to the men of the party, "Glad to see you, Mister Heise. How do, Mister Ryer?" The dentist, who had formulated some sort of reserved greeting, he ignored completely. McTeague settled himself in his seat, growling inarticulately behind his mustache.
He had not been there for some time, and, besides that, it occurred to him that the day was his birthday. He would permit himself an extra pipe and a few glasses of beer. When McTeague entered Frenna's back room by the street door, he found Marcus and Heise already installed at one of the tables. Two or three of the old Germans sat opposite them, gulping their beer from time to time.
He turned away and let fall his arms, drawing long breaths, and looking stupidly about him, now searching helplessly upon the ground, now gazing vaguely into the circle of faces about him. His ear bled as though it would never stop. "Say, Doctor," asked Heise, "what's the best thing to do?" "Huh?" answered McTeague. "What what do you mean? What is it?" "What'll we do to stop this bleeding here?"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking