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"Quit jawin' and take holt of this here box." "Is he heavy?" "Never heard of any of 'em comin' out of there fat. Slide the strap under your end." "He's heavier than most," grunted the grave-digger. "He couldn't a been in there long." Lutz laughed. "They made a quick job of this one. Steady now let her slide." The grave-digger was sleepy and cross and careless.
The German edition of his works, in six volumes, published by Lutz of Stuttgart, in 1898, I believe, contained an introduction in which he was hailed as the greatest humorist in the world. Among German critics he was regarded as second only to Dickens in drastic comic situation and depth of feeling.
He spoke when under stress of emotion, in capitals with a pause before the important word. "It won't come to anything," said Peter. "It can't possibly. I haven't got anything to offer anybody an uncertain two pounds a week." "You have a Career," said Herr Lutz solemnly, "I know I have often watched you. Karl Gottfried has told me. But all that does not matter," he went on impetuously.
And then Lutz and his reserve, just reaching their comrades under Corporal Clanton, saw a sudden flash of sunshine from the silver mountings of the Indian's beautiful Winchester as it was whirled to the brawny shoulder, saw sudden rear and plunge of Davies's spirited horse, a grapple as though in mid-air, and with a mad cry of "My God!
Beginning with so fine a promise of vernal things, late in the afternoon the air chilled and an inch of snow fell even so late in March. On Fifth Avenue the ladies drew their winter furs close about them. Only in the florists' windows could be perceived any signs of the morning smile of the coming goddess Eastre. At six o'clock Herr Lutz began to close his shop.
"Well, you may be easy, as we shall only be here a few hours after you leave." "Yes; so much the better. I wish I could have stayed, but I must be back at Kronberg to-morrow. Lutz could have stayed and seen you back to Seeberg, but his father won't let him. Herr von Walden is so queer once he takes an idea in his head and he won't allow this place isn't all right."
Lutz and his men, lunging in among the lighter ponies, bore them back by sheer force of weight. 'Only one or two shots were heard; even in that frantic turmoil friend and foe alike seemed to realize that a battle must be avoided so long as each side held possession of its own. And then from the outskirts came loud yells of warning.
And now, even in childhood's days, little Lutz, as his grandmother loved to call him, began to show signs of his coming greatness. As his father lay on his dying bed, he had taken the child in his feeble arm, and consecrated him to the service of Christ; and now in his grandmother's noble home he sat at the feet of the learned, the pious, and the refined.
The last dance had just been concluded and the ardent dancers were clamoring for one more encore, when a disturbance rose at one end of the room that attracted general attention. The radio boys hurried to the spot in question to find Buck and Lutz talking excitedly while Larry and Tim were standing near them with flushed and indignant faces.
Bob and Joe were walking down Main Street the next day, when they met Buck Looker and Carl Lutz, both looking very much the worse for wear. Joe stopped and gazed at them in apparent astonishment. "Why, what have you fellows been doing, anyway?" he inquired. "You look as though you had had an argument with a steam roller." "Yes, and the steam roller must have won," grinned Bob.
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