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Larabee's extensive farm for some time. "It's different from what I expected," remarked Uncle Ezra. "But it seems good. I don't know as I'll stand it all the way to San Francisco, though." "Oh, yes, you will," asserted Larson. "You'll get used to it in time." "Is she working all right, Lieutenant Larson?" "Yes, pretty well.
He had urged it on Dud during many a ride and at more than one night camp, had pointed to the examples of Larson, Harshaw, and the other old-timers. Hollister was a happy-go-lucky youth. The old hard-riding cattle days suited him better. But he, too, had been forced at last to see the logic of the situation.
To Ellen Holly he was an everpresent reminder of the little boy of long ago, and as such was to be loved and trained into a semblance of what that boy might have become. To Perry Larson, David was the "derndest checkerboard of sense an' nonsense goin'" a game over which to chuckle.
I won't pretend that she was a favorite with the other members of the sextette, barring Olga. But she managed to avoid being cordially hated, which was a very solid personal triumph. I have said that there were two small incidents destined to have a powerful influence at this time, in Rose's life. One of them I have told you about the chance that led her to teach Olga Larson to talk.
She owed her own position as a leading light-opera soprano to the cultivation to its highest possible perfection of a distinctly second-rate voice, to a precise knowledge of its limitations and to a most scrupulous economy in its effects. Inevitably, then, the raw splendors that Olga Larson dispensed so prodigally gave Patricia the creeps.
My name is Larson Henry Larson of State Street." "Well, Mr. Larson, we'll get you to the main shore as soon as we can; that is, providing the lady who has hired this sloop is willing to go on without stopping here. I reckon this young man is your friend?" "He is my son. And you are ?" "Randy Fairwell, at your service, sir.
"He's a bad egg. It wouldn't hurt my feelings any if you rode him outa town on a rail, but I'm not going to have you-all mixed up in a lynching when there's no need for it." Larson stole a look around the circle of faces. On the whole he was glad Mrs. Gillespie had come. It took only a few minutes to choke the life out of a man, but there were many years left in which one might regret it.
In the slender wrist outside the coverlet the pulse gained and steadied. On the forehead beneath the nurse's fingers, a moisture came. The doctors nodded their heads now, and looked every one straight in the eye. "He will live," they said. "The crisis is passed." Out by the kitchen stove Perry Larson heard the step cross the hall and sprang upright; but at the first glimpse of Mrs.
He did not even say it was wasteful, when Dick told him how much she cost. "I know airships are terrible expensive terrible!" said Mr. Larabee, as he looked at the note-book in which he had jotted down every item of money paid for his own. That Larson had wasted money, and used much of what was given him for his own purposes was very evident. But it was too late to think of that now.
I replied, "You had better look." The next time I was there he said, "There is no tuberculosis about him now; he is well, when did he have it?" Then I told him that five years previous to this time, when a lad of fourteen, he was sick and I prayed for him and the Lord healed him. Larson has a good strong arm today and is employed in a service station in Elbow Lake, Minnesota.
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