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"Well, what would you say, Becker, what would you say if I was to come out here and swipe that little darling there?" "Oh, Leon kidder!" "If what?" "I said it!" "Tell her, Kess; tell it out! Oh, mommie, mommie!" He leaned forward with his hand on the back of the turbulent head of curls. "You little darling, I'm going to put you on my back and carry you off to New York."
You put me off yesterday and the day before, and this this is the last." "The last what?" "Please, Kess, if you only run over to Rinehardt's with me. I got to tell you something. Something about me and and " He regarded her in some perplexity. "Tell it to me here. Now!" "I can't. The girls'll be swarming in any minute. I can't get you anywheres but lunch.
Kessler, wiping his brow and the back of his collar. "You're no more surprised than me, Kess. I I nearly fell off the Christmas tree." "Good Lord! Why, his wife he had her in the store it seems yesterday!" "She's been dead four years and seven months, Kess." "Old I.W. and you!" "He's only fifty-two, Kess; I'm thirty-four." "I.W. Goldstone!" "I know it. I can't realize it, neither."
"Why, he can't get away with this!" "Why?" "They won't stand for it out in that Middle West town. He's the head of a big business. He's got a grown daughter." "He's got her fixed, Kess settled on her." "Hattie Becker, Mrs. I.W. Goldstone! Gad! can you beat it? Can't you just see me, when I come out to St. Louis pretty soon, having dinner out at Mrs. I.W. Goldstone's house?
He's begging me for an answer by to-night, before he goes back home." "I.W. Goldstone, of Goldstone & Auer, ladies' wear?" She nodded, her hand to her throat. "Well, I'll be strung up!" "He he says, Kess, it's been on his mind for a year and a half, ever since his spring trip a year ago. He wants to take me back with him, Kess, home." "Whew!" said Mr.
And within forty rods of us was the farmstead of Amos Bemisdarfer; who stood looking at us in amazement as we came across the rippled surface of the snow to his back door. "I kess," said Amos, "it mus' have peen your team I put in de parn lass night. Come in. Preckfuss is retty."
Go ahead, Custy." Christie. "She bade the music play for him, for music brightens thoucht; ony way, he chose the leed kist. "Kess," roared the company. Chorus, led by Flucker. "Hurraih!" "Flucker, behave!" "Hur-raih!" He then solemnly reflected. "Na! but it's na hurraih, decency requires amen first an' hurraih afterward; here's kissin plenty, but I hear nae word o' the minister.
Say, am I seeing things?" "What'll I do, Kess? What'll I do?" "I tell you that you can't get away with it, girl. The old man's getting childish; they'll have to have him restrained. Why, the woman he was married to for twenty years, Lenie Goldstone, never even seen a skirt-dance. I remember once he brought her to New York and then wouldn't let her see a cabaret show.
There was a slight bagginess of throat where the years love to eat in first, and out from the eyes a spray of fine lines. It was these lines that came out now indubitably. "If you want me to lay down on you, Kess, for sure, just ask me to show the line again before lunch. I'm about ready to keel. And you can't put me off again. I'm ready, and you got to come now."
"Maybe I I'm getting hippy, Kess; but it'll take more than anything you can ever do for me to make up for " "Gad!" he said, flipping an ash in some disgust, "I wish I had a ten-cent piece for every one since!" "Oh," she cried, her throat jerking, "you eat what you just said! You eat it, because you know it ain't so!"
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