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Next thing oh, it's a good while later he gets to losin' flesh because Judge Henry gave me charge of him and some other punchers taking cattle " "That's not next," interrupted the girl. "Not? Why " "Don't you remember?" she said, timid, yet eager. "Don't you?" "Blamed if I do!" "The first time we met?" "Yes; my mem'ry keeps that like I keep this."

To mem'ry ever dear; I hear again the vesper-bell, Chiming to evening prayer; While the cheerful song of the Gondolier, Floats through the balmy air. And thus I dream till dawn of day, Of that fair home, now far away! And yet the chain which binds me hero Is dearer far to me, Than the beauties of my palace land, Girt by the glorious sea.

Remind me of Westminster Abbey in London fog, where your uncle of blessed mem'ry often take me pray and look at fusty tomb of king. S'pose we go back Gold House and see what happen. Anything better than stand about under cursed old cedar tree."

The still air, the unrippled surface of the lake, the tops of the trees, which form the vast and majestic avenues leading to the castle, appearing to melt into the blue sky, were so imposing, that the spirit of melancholy, not unpleasing, descended on me; and leaping from scene to scene, and from one epoch of my life to another, I found myself a boy again, and the heart, like a bended bow, returning to its full length, sprung swifter to the thoughts of home; and I could not help muttering aloud these verses to myself: "There was a time, and I recall it well, When my whole frame was but an ell in height; Oh! when I think of that, my warm tears swell, And therefore in the mem'ry I delight.

"I don't know how often we makes this yere round trip from one camp to t'other, cause my mem'ry is some dark on the later events of that Thanksgivin'. My pony gets tired of it about the third time back, an' humps himse'f an' bucks me off a whole lot, whereupon I don't go with them Red Dog folks no further, but nacherally camps down back of the mesquite I lights into, an, sleeps till mornin'. You bet! it's a great Thanksgivin'.

Uncle Andrew, well pleased with his recital, retired to his corner by the hearth and listened "mannerdly" after first warning the visitor in a gentle undertone, that "My wife she ain got much mem'ry an she don hear good." Aunt Mollie's rambling reminiscences backed up his statement. She began. "Reckon I mus be 'bout eighty-two, three year old. I dunno exactly.

"Well, sah," said the old man, reflectively, "my mem'ry is a little derelictious on dat p'int, but I knows 'twas gettin' putty late." "Are you sure these were the same two men you had seen earlier in the day?" "Yes, sah; 'case I stepped in de bushes to watch 'em.

"That's about the size on't," said Montaig, putting his feet a little farther apart. David had risen from his chair. "You didn't talk that way," proceeded the latter, "when you come whinin' 'round here to git that money in the fust place, an' as I reckon some o' the facts in the case has slipped out o' your mind since that time, I guess I'd better jog your mem'ry a little."

Shorn of the thick, seal-brown winter hair, the brand was now plainly visible. Enlightenment came to Yorke in a flash, as he peered over his superior's shoulder. "D Two!" he gasped, "I knew I'd seen that horse somewhere! It's 'Duster, Larry Blake's horse. Tchkk! this must be him. My God!" "Shure!" snapped Slavin testily. "Wake up! Is yeh're mem'ry goin', man?

It don't lie when it tells you the good are happy, an' the hones' are elevated an' the mem'ry of the just shall not perish, because them things we see come so.