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"Never mind, Limpy," he said, looking up into his big brother's sad face. "It is a fine automobile, if you do have to twist it often. We can have nice rides around the Lake." But Limpy-toes would not be comforted. "I wanted an automobile that would fetch Dr. Grand-daddy to his patients very quickly. I must study until I make better power than this clock spring. Ah, here is the key!
JOHNSTON, WILLIAM. "Limpy." Little, Brown. KARR, LOUISE. Trouble. Himebaugh and Browne. KELLERHOUSE, LUCY CHARLTON. *Forest Fancies. Duffield. KIRK, R. G. White Monarch and the Gas-House Pup. Little, Brown. KIRKLAND, WINIFRED. *My Little Town. Dutton. LAIT, JACK. Gus the Bus and Evelyn, the Exquisite Checker. LARDNER, RING W. Gullible's Travels. Bobbs-Merrill. LEACOCK, STEPHEN. Frenzied Fiction.
Tom was busily engaged in imparting a scientific shine to the boots of an old gentleman who was sitting on one of the wooden seats to be found in the neighborhood of the City Hall. When he had completed his task, and risen from his knees, Limpy Jim advanced towards him, and said, with a sneer, "I've heard fine news about your friend Dick." "What's that?" asked Tom. "He's got nabbed by a 'copp."
"Limpy Red" was a gunman of some renown, evil faced and having nothing much to lose, desperate. Whoever the master criminal of the Clutching Hand might have been he had seen fit to employ Limpy but had not taken the precaution of getting rid of him soon enough when he was through.
"Izh restless hearts like restless tummuks?" interrupted Toddie. "Kind o' limpy an' wabbley?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Burton. "Poor folks," said Toddie clasping, his hands over his waistband: "Izhe sorry for 'em." "While smart folks were trying to think out what should be done," continued Mrs.
I was lonesome once. I don't mean simply willin' to sit in a game, or to join a friendly little booze competition, or feelin' a sort of inward desire to mingle about with some o' the old boys an' see who could remember the biggest tales I mean LONESOME, the real rib-strainin' article when a man sits in a limpy little heap with his tongue hangin' out, a-wishin' that a flea-bit coyote would saunter along, slap him on the back, an' call him friens.
Inside were some papers, sealed in an envelope and marked "Limpy Red Correspondence." "They must be the Clutching Hand papers!" she exclaimed to herself, hesitating a moment in doubt what to do. The fatal documents seemed almost uncanny. Their very presence frightened her. What should she do? She seized the telephone and eagerly called Kennedy's number. "Hello," answered a voice.
As this happened to be true, it was of course regarded as offensive. "Shut up, Tom Wilkins!" said Micky, "if you don't want a lickin'." "None of your impudence!" said Limpy Jim, emboldened by the presence and support of Micky, who was taller and stronger than Tom. "I've only told the truth," said Tom, "and you can't deny it."
The child stared a moment and then hopped on. "Her father works about the stable," explained Hanny, with rising colour. "She comes up sometimes. They're very poor. Mother gives them ever so many things. She can't stand up straight; but she doesn't seem to mind. And one leg is so much shorter. The boys call her Cricket, and Limpy Dick." "Oh, Hanny, if I were poor and like that!"
There he might have been seen drinking with any one who came along, for Limpy had money blood money, and the recollection of his treachery and revenge must both be forgotten and celebrated. Had the Bowery "sinkers" not got into his eyes, he might have noticed among the late revellers, a man who spoke to no one but took his place nearby at the bar.
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