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Chezter, we are sure she's trying to tell us, right now, that this going to be the laz' time!" "And me," Yvonne added, "I feel sure any'ow that, as the poet say I'm prittie sure 'tis the poet say that she's mo' sin' ag-ainz' than sinning."
"Yes, but you see for yourself the way the society fellows, like Sol Blumenthal and Laz Herzog, hang round the Lillianthal girls. I always got to take a back seat, and maybe you think I don't know it." "I never heard that on ships young men was so plentiful." "She wants to land an Italian count and she'll just about land a barber." Mr. Binswanger peered suddenly over the rim of his paper.
If one doesn't want it another may " Chorus: "Ho! they will all want it! That was not written laz' night! 'Tis fivty year' old; they cannot rif-use that!" "However," Chester persisted, "if they should if all should I'd advise " "Frien's," Castanado pleaded, "let us hear."
I asked the cap'n of the gang whut it meant, an' he 'lowed that the feller had been in the habit o' whippin' his wife, an' then I 'lows, I does 'Old chap, I reckon you'll hatter swallow yo' salts. Good night. An' I hearn him a swollerin' 'em. But if I hear you holler, Jasper, I'll " "Don't talk about it, Laz." "All right. Good-day."
"Yes, they had a right sharp time," Laz drawled. "Andy, he died." "What Andy?" "Andy Horn." "Did you ever?" Margaret declared. "What ailed him?" Jasper asked, showing increased interest. "Got cotched in a saw mill. Ma'm," he added, looking at Margaret without turning his head, "I reckon you hearn about old Aunt Sis Garrett?" "Not a word." "Fell down day befo' yistidy an' broke her hip."
Already laz' night Yvonne she say she's convince' that in those Northron citie', where they are since lately so fon' of that subjec', there be people by dozen' will devour that story!" She tripped off to the house. "Hector," said Aline, "you may sit down." Cupid slid into the vacated seat. Chester dropped the document into his pocket. "For what?" the girl archly inquired.
"Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, with sudden, quavering fervor, "you kin len' me two dollahs! I gi'e you my honah the moze sacwed of a gen'leman, Mistoo Itchlin, I nevvah hass you ag'in so long I live!" He extended a pacifying hand. "One moment, Mistoo Itchlin, one moment, I implo' you, seh! I assu' you, Mistoo Itchlin, I pay you eve'y cent in the worl' on the laz of that month?
He'll git out all right caze he's er white man while I's er nigger, an' nuthin' tickel de white folks mo' den ter send er nigger ter de pen." "Well, I want you to go over an' tell Old Miz Barker to come an' stay with me; an' you better put Laz or Mose on a hoss an' let him go as near as he kin an' lissun for news." "Oh, dem two boys gwine git all de news da wants, ma'm.
The newcomer advanced, holding out his hand. "Laz," he said, "I'm glad to be of some service to you. Mag was a comin' to church an' as her sister couldn't come I rode along with her. Me an' her sister air goin' to be married befo' long." Laz took hold of his hand. "Sim," he said, and his voice wavered and tears gathered in the sympathetic eyes of Mrs. Mayfield "Sim, I done you wrong.
But he ain't tryin' of it now." "I am also sorry he's dead," said Foster. "We were going to take him down to town with us." "No use to take him now," Laz replied; and a silence fell, broken only when they turned back into the highway, when the lout of a driver, impressed in the neighborhood, remarked to Laz: "I reckon you air as about as big a liar as they kin set up. Here comes Mose Blake now."
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