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Then what is she having dealings with Murdock for?" Andy could not solve this puzzle, and did not try to do so any further. Within an hour the two precious documents were "signed, sealed and delivered," and Andy Wildwood entered on his career as a salaried circus acrobat. "Hoop-la!"

Upon her back, springily erect, there should have been a jaunty equestrian swinging a gay pink leg in air and anon uttering the traditional Hoop-la. Instead there was a heavy bulk which embraced her neck with two strong arms, which wallowed about on her spinal column, which continually cried out entreaties, threats, commands, even profanities.

Hoop-la!" The brute gave a tearing lunge, and was out of the doorway before the old man could utter another word. Albert thrilled with pleasure as he felt the reins stiffen in his hands, and saw the traces swing slack beside the thills. "If he keeps this up he'll do," he said aloud. As he turned up at the gate Maud came gayly down the path, muffled to the eyes. "Oh, what a nice cutter!

Just approaching him from the direction of the village was the old schoolmaster, Mr. Darrow. "He has been up to see Aunt Lavinia, that's the reason of the double recess," thought Andy, his heart sinking a trifle. Then, flinging care to the winds for the occasion, he uttered a ringing: "Hoop-la!" Andy felt that he must do justice to the expectations of his young friends.

She seizes her skirts between her limbs with one hand, kicks away a chair or two, and is soon throwing her feet in the air in a way that endangers every hat in the box. The men about the hall are all craning their necks to get a sight of what is going on in the box, as they hear the cries of 'Hoop-la' from the girls there. There is a waltz going on down on the floor. I look over the female faces.

"Good-bye," said the Colonel, and the men grasped hands. Potts shook hands with the Boy as heartily as though that same hand had never half throttled him in the cause of a missing hatchet. "Good-bye, Kiddie. I bequeath you my share o' syrup." "Good-bye; meet you in the Klondyke!" "Good-bye. Hooray for the Klondyke in June!" "Klondyke in June! Hoop-la!"

"It is," said Clarges, anxious to keep his friend a little longer in the dark. "We'll be all right when it's really night, you know, and the fire blazes up. What a jolly tent and what glorious blankets? We ought to go to bed early, for it was awfully late the last night There! now its getting better. Hoop-la! more sticks Bovey! Throw them on, make it blaze up.

The receiver was clamped down over his ears, a half dozen switches were sent, snap, snap, snap. There followed a dead silence. Then in a shrill boyish voice, together with the baritone's renewal of his song, there came: "I want the world to know that I am a wireless operator, op-er-a-a-tor. Hoop-la! Tra-la!" Curlie smiled in spite of his vexation. He acted quickly and with precision.

"All right," replied the postilion, in the same bantering tone, "the citizen Marquis shan't be disturbed. Forward, hoop-la!" And he started his horses, and cracked his whip with that noisy eloquence which says to neighbors and passers-by: "'Ware here, 'ware there! I am driving a man who pays well and who has the right to run over others."