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Updated: May 15, 2025
He don't do nothing mean, but jest gets low-sperrited and won't talk to no one. Then all of a sudden he will go down town and walk up and down the main streets, orderly, but looking hard into people's faces, mostly women's faces. Oncet, Looey says, they was big trouble over it.
Which it made Looey right low in his sperrits, and he shakes his head and says no good will come of it. "Did you ever hear of Romeo and Joliet?" he says: "Mebby," I says, "but what it was I hearn I can't remember. What about them?" "Well," he says, "they carried on the same as you. And now where are they?" "Well," I says, "where are they?"
"Different bodies and different methods of attack, but the same merciless animals under the skin. Snakes in silk suits foul-mouthed alligators in dinner jackets hunting-cats and vampires, painted and powdered and all the rest of it." "Yeah. Ye said a mouthful, Looey. But say, Tommy's shovin' some grub on the table. Mebbe we better hop to it before the flies git it all."
The next day he is asleep all morning. But that day he don't drink any more, and Looey says mebby it ain't going to be one of the reg'lar pifflicated kind. I seen Martha agin that day, too twicet I has talks with her. I told her about the doctor. "Is he into a quest, do you think?" I asts her. She says she thinks it is remorse fur some crime he has done.
One of the things we have every night in the show is an Injun dance, and Looey and I sings what the doctor calls the Siwash war chant, whirling round and round each other, and making licks at each other with our tommyhawks, and letting out sudden wild yips in the midst of that chant. That night I like to of killed Looey with that tommyhawk, I was feeling so good.
They looks around in that wagon, and all their stuff was there Jake Smith and the squire having kep' it all together careful to make things seem more legal, I suppose and the doctor was plumb tickled, and Looey felt as cheerful as he ever felt about anything. So the doctor says they has everything they needs but some ready money, and he'll get that sure, fur he never seen the time he couldn't.
"'Slave, says I to the dealer in the language I learned shiftin' scenes for a week, back in old St. Looey. 'Slave! says I. 'I've stacked my life agin the cast in your eye, and I will stand the razzle of your dyestuff. Shoot! You're faded! "And he was, too.
"I said I believe she knows something about it, and so I do. She's a horrid woman. Look at the way she encouraged her girl Looey to run after that young traveller from Smithson's. The whole fact of the matter is, it isn't your brooch, so you don't care." "I said " began Mr. Negget. "I know what you said," retorted his wife, sharply, "and I wish you'd be quiet and not interrupt uncle.
Looey had drug an old fence post onto the fire one night, and the post had only burned half up. The butt end of it, all charred and flaked, was still laying in the grass and weeds there. It hit me with a queer feeling like it was only yesterday that fire had been lit there. And yet I knowed it had been a year and a half ago.
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