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The Bar had Prentiss, John Guion, McNutt, Sharkey, the three Yergers, Anderson, Lake, Brook, Burwell, and many others of distinction, including the erratic H.S. Foote. The entire population was a live one, and every branch of business was pushed with a vim commensurate with the abilities and enterprise of the population.
His "off foot," as he called it with grim humor, was painted green and his other foot was bare and might have been improved in color. Both these extremities rested on the rail of the porch, while McNutt smoked a corncob pipe and stared at his approaching visitors with his disconcerting, protruding eyes. "Good morning, Mr. McNutt," said Louise, pleasantly.
'We shall go straight to papa, says she. 'He will tell Senor McNutt where he gets off. She meant well, 'Chita. But I had my doubts. I knew that Alvarado was pretty strong for McNutt. I'd heard him say there wasn't another man in the Argentine who knew more about wool than McNutt, and if it came to a showdown as to which of us stayed on I wouldn't have played myself for a look in.
It was a dark, stormy night when McNutt and Winner enticed into this paint shop an unsuspecting mutual friend. Here they murdered him in cold blood. They then set fire to the paint shop and took to flight. After the fire was put out, the charred remains of the murdered man were found, and supposed to be those of McNutt, the owner of the building.
"I think they wish you to go back," remarked Beth, thoughtfully watching the frantic waves of Uncle John's chubby arms and Louise's energetic beckonings. They were too far off to be heard plainly, but their actions might surely be understood. McNutt with reluctance looked over his shoulder, and a second shudder went through him.
He had brought them all along to make his errand "look like business." "Where's the nabob?" he asked blind Nora. "What's that, Mr. McNutt?" she inquired, as if puzzled. She knew his voice, as she did that of nearly everyone with whom she had ever been brought in contact. "Why, the nabob; the boss; Mr. Merrick." "Oh. He's in the barn with Tom, I guess." McNutt entered the barn.
Stuffenhammer for the last three months!" Another series of kinematographic mental processes informed me that Mr. Stuffenhammer was an immense catch. "Twenty thousand dollars a year, and her own carriage," continued Mrs. McNutt gloatingly. "You could have knocked me down with a feather.
"It will help pay you for the hard work of fixing up the house," he rejoined, pleadingly. "Your bill wasn't half enough." "My bill?" wonderingly. "The one I paid McNutt for your services." "I made no charge, sir. I could not accept anything for a bit of assistance to a neighbor." "Oh! Then McNutt got it, did he?" "I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Merrick. I told Peggy I would not accept payment." "H-m.
Matthew B. McNutt was recently the minister, exhibits the power of a country church to make itself the center of a whole community. This church, which in a year became famous throughout the land, has earned its repute by ten years of devoted service of its minister and the growing affection and union of its people.
The sum of from thirty to fifty dollars usually remitted for a short story pays the beginner a better recompense, for the actual time he is engaged upon the work, than any other occupation he might undertake." This was seriously considered the morning it appeared in the Tribune by Peggy McNutt and Skim Clark, as they sat in the sunshine on the former's little front porch.
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