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I was married by a Methodist preacher in Leesburg. I did not get drunk, but had plenty to drink. We had singin' and music. My sister was a religious woman and would not allow dancin'. I have fourteen chillun. Four boys are livin' and two girls. All are married. George, my oldest boy graduated from grade school and de next boy. I have 24 grandchillun and one great grandson.

"These I call my best things, dear," she said. "You'd laugh to see how we enjoy 'em Sunday nights in winter: we have a real company tea 'stead o' livin' right along just the same, an' I make somethin' good for a s'prise an' put on some o' my preserves, an' we get a'talkin' together an' have real pleasant times." Mrs. Todd laughed indulgently, and looked to see what I thought of such childishness.

"But tell me, Donnel; you don't intend, surely, to leave poor Sarah behind us?" "Eh? Sarah?" returned the Prophet. "Ay; bekaise you said so awhile a-gone." "I know I said so awhile ago; but regardin' Sarah, Rody, she's the only livin' thing on this earth that I care about.

But she had had the good luck to marry a sensible man, though poor. He took S. Annie and the brackets, the piano and hangin' lamps and baskets and crystal bead lambrequins, her father had gin her, moved 'em all into a good, sensible, small house, and went to work to get a practice and a livin'. He was a lawyer by perswasion.

And just to prove I ain't any slave driver I sort of eggs Miss Casey on, from then until the noon hour, to chat away about this war romance of hers. Seems Mr. Mears could have been in Class B, on account of his widowed mother and him being a plumber's helper when he had time to spare from his pool practicin'. Livin' in the same block, they'd been acquainted for quite some time, too.

"Don't worry about that, Miss Florence. I'm old enough to take care of myself, and I've got tired of livin' with Tim." "But he may beat you!" "He'll have to get hold of me first." They had reached a four-story tenement of shabby brick, which was evidently well filled up by a miscellaneous crowd of tenants; shop girls, mechanics, laborers and widows, living by their daily toil.

"Babe, my mammy told you something." The giant hesitated, started to lie, but nodded assent. "You haven't told anybody else?" "Nary a livin' soul." "Well, don't." Babe shuffled on, stopped, called Jason, and came back close enough to whisper: "I had all I could do yestiddy to keep little Aaron from comin' up hyeh to the mines to look for ye." Then he shuffled away. Jason began to get angry now.

They've got too much at home to interest them; they're too busy makin' a livin' to bother about the niggers in the Pacific. The party's got to drop all them put-you-to-sleep issues and come out in 1908 for somethin' that will wake the people up; somethin' that will make it worth while to work for the party. There's just one issue that would set this country on fire.

"It seems that the girl her whole name was Margaret Sullivan had been in this country but a month or so, havin' come from Ireland in a steamboat to meet the feller who'd kept comp'ny with her over there. His name was Michael O'Shaughnessy, and he'd been in America for four years or more, livin' with a cousin in Long Island City.

Are you shore we come along this way, Henry? I wuz runnin' so pow'ful fast I only hit the tops o' the hills ez I passed." "Yes, this is the place," said Henry, looking carefully at hills, gullies, rocks, and trees, "and it was certainly somewhere near here that Tom was forced to turn aside." "Then we'll find him close by, livin' or dead," said Shif'less Sol succinctly.