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Yes, that was it, Campbell. Didn't the ole man have you and Campbell workin' sort of private on some glue proposition or other?" "Yes, he did." Adams nodded. "I found out a good deal about glue then, too." "Been workin' on it since, I suppose?" "Yes. Kept it in my mind and studied out new things about it." Lohr looked serious. "Well, but see here," he said.
He'd study law, yes; but that would not prevent going to sociables and church fairs. And at these fairs the chances were good for a meeting with a girl. Her father must be influential country judge or district attorney; this would open new avenues. He was roused by the sound of his own name. "Is Albert Lohr in this car?" shouted the brakeman, coming in, enveloped in a cloud of fine snow.
This I knew perfectly well, but I could not check the perfervid rush of my song. I ranted deplorably, and though I closed amid fairly generous applause, no flowers were handed up to me. The only praise I received came from Charles Lohr, the man who had warned me against becoming a lawyer's hack.
His friend, still ruffling the gray moustache upward, stared at him in frowning perplexity. "Glue?" he said. "Yes. I been sort of milling over the idea of taking up something like that." "Handlin' it for some firm, you mean?" "No. Making it. Sort of a glue-works likely." Lohr continued to frown. "Let me think," he said. "Didn't the ole man have some such idea once, himself?"
Been freezing out old Daggett; the old skeesix has been promisin' f'r a week, and I just said, 'Old man, I'll camp right down with you here till you fork over, and he did. By the way, everybody I talked with to-day about leaving said, 'What's Lohr going to do with that girl? I told 'em I didn't know; do you? It seems you've been thicker'n I supposed."
By-the-way, everybody I talked with to-day about leaving said, 'What's Lohr going to do with that girl? I told 'em I didn't know; do you? It seems you've been thicker'n I supposed." "I'm going to marry her," said Albert, calmly, but his voice sounded strained and hoarse. "What's that?" yelled Hartley. "Sh! don't raise the neighbors. I'm going to marry her." "Well, by jinks! When? Say, looky here!
"In the dead av the night, acushla, When the new big house is still," to see if it would shake any sign of recognition out of my harried old Dinky-Dunk. As I beheld nothing more than an abstracted frown over the tip-top edge of his paper, I defiantly swung into The Humming Coon, which apparently had no more effect than Herman Lohr.
Say he anxious to speak Mr. Adams. Say he wait." "Tell him Mr. Adams is engaged." "Hold on a minute," Adams intervened. "Law? No. I don't know any Mr. Law. You sure you got the name right?" "Say he name Law," Gertrude replied, looking at the ceiling to express her fatigue. "Law. 'S all he tell me; 's all I know." Adams frowned. "Law," he said. "Wasn't it maybe 'Lohr?" "Law," Gertrude repeated.
He'd study law, yes; but that would not prevent going to sociables and church fairs. And at these fairs the chances were good for a meeting with a girl. Her father must be influential county judge or district attorney. Marriage would open new avenues He was roused by the sound of his own name. "Is Albert Lohr in this car?" shouted the brakeman, coming in, enveloped in a cloud of fine snow.
But, when she was a little older, Tot laughed as long and as gleefully as anyone over the story of the little girl who went to Sugar River for sugar plums. One event in the life of Jacob Lohr qualified him, in my opinion, to be mustered into the army of "Wide Awakes." Let me tell the children the incident and see if they agree with me.
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