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You know I am settling the estate. Keeler will be over there, they say, and I will talk with him. But on the way over, I shall look up a man worth two of John Keeler in a business like this." "Who is that?" asked the doctor. "Mr. William Brown." No one seemed to know William Brown. "He lives a mile up the cañon," continued Francis. "Oh, you mean Bed-bug Brown," said Mat Bailey.
Mason spoke up: "You couldn't employ a better man than Keeler. He is the soul of honor, as you all admit. For several years he was Cummins' partner. As sheriff of Nevada County he would free it of thugs and murderers as he frees every claim that he works of rattlesnakes. He is death on rattlers. Killed more than a hundred of them last summer.
I shall never forget how we set off for church that Sabbath morning, way out at one of the sunny back doors of the Ark: for there was Madeline's little cottage that fronted the highway, or lane, and then there was a long backward extension of the Ark, only one story in height. This belonged peculiarly to Grandma and Grandpa Keeler.
The dark bands, thus viewed to better advantage than in 1884, appeared to deviate no more than 10° from the satellites' orbit-plane. No definitive results, on the other hand, were derived by Professors Holden, Schaeberle, and Keeler from their observations of Uranus in 1889-90 with the potent instrument on Mount Hamilton.
He see what he wuz a-doin' plainer than he had seen it, and I went on: "Think of that big Methodist Conference in New York a few years ago that Casper Keeler told us about think how equinomical they wuz with their dealin's with wimmen on that occasion, and ever sence.
Keeler perched his small figure on the corner of the kitchen table. "Well, to tell you the truth, Rachel," he said solemnly. "I'm here to do what the folks in books call demand an explanation. You and I, Rachel, are just as good as engaged to be married, ain't we? I've been keepin' company with you for the last twenty, forty or sixty years, some such spell as that.
Just 'cause you're Cap'n Lote's grandson I presume likely you think you can talk any kind of talk, don't ye?" "Not any kind, Is. I can't talk like you. Will you teach me?" "Shut up! Now, by Crimus, you you furriner you Speranzy " Mr. Keeler appeared at the office window. His shrill voice rose pipingly in the wintry air as he demanded to know what was the trouble out there. Mr.
It is particularly so when the laughter is from the provinces and the laughee so to speak a dignified and sophisticated city man. Albert summoned the said dignity and sophistication to his rescue, knocked the ashes from his cigarette and said, haughtily: "I beg your pardon?" "Is Mr. Keeler here?" repeated the girl. "No, he is out." "Will he be back soon, do you think?" Recollections of Mr.
"Well, she has written to me every week since then. By the first of June she was able to work. And since then she has earned an honest living, scrubbing floors. Here is her last letter." Keeler took the proffered sheet and read: "San Francisco, Sept. 5, 1879. Mr. Robert Palmer. Dear Sir: I have just read about the murder of Mr. Cummins.
"Oh, I didn't know ye was havin' a meetin'," said Emily Gaskell, mockingly. "No more we ain't, Emily," said Grandma Keeler. "We was jest cheerin' ourselves up a little, singin' about home. Come you, now, and sing with us": "We're goin' home, No more to roam."
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