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"Thirty of 'em, Joe," said Ravenslee, holding out a wad of bills. "Why, sir," said Joe, backing away, "axing yer pardon, but I'd rayther not you give me such uncommon good wages, sir, and a bonus every race we run, win or lose so, sir, I I'd rayther not " "Not?" cried the Old Un, "not take money as is 'arf mine Oh, kick 'im, somebody kick 'im! Pound 'im for a pigeon-'earted perishin' pork pig "

The boy partly rose but sank back again, white to the ears, a picture of mental suffering. Here through the silence came a shock to the citizens of Ithaca. Sweet as a spring bird carolling its love song rose Tessibel's beautiful voice: "Rescue the perishin' Care for the dyin'."

"How yo' get here, Mas'r Ca'ington?" asked the negro guardedly, as the gag fell away. "Around the head of the bayou." "Lawd!" exclaimed George, in a tone of wonder. "Where's Miss Betty?" "She's in the cabin yonder fo' the love of God, cut these here other ropes with yo' knife, Mas'r Ca'ington I'm perishin' with 'em!" Carrington did as he asked, and groaning, George sat erect.

"It don't matter a bit," he said, "what you make your garland of. Flowers is all perishin' things and they'll be dead next day, and wear what you will, they won't make you into a real Queen. But there's things as will always make folks bow down when they see 'em, May Day or no May Day, and them's the things you ought to seek for, early and late till you find 'em.

Sometimes he smiled at her; sometimes at the wraith in the rafters. But not for one moment did the voice of the little singer cease its insistent cry for a complete rescue. The dwarf was silent, his shining face reflecting the peace and security of which the squatter girl sang. "Rescue the Perishin'; Care for the Dyin'." The beautiful voice did not falter.

"Stow it, you old bag o' wickedness " "Bag o' " the Old Un let fall the boxing gloves and turning on Joe, reached up and shook a feeble old fist under the champion's massive chin. "Look at this, me lad look at this!" he croaked. "Some day I shall ketch you sich a perishin' punch as'll double ye up till kingdom come, me lad, and Lord, the Guv's countin' out our money "

We were within fifty yards o' her while Kinloch was garmin' me all over wi' oil behind the galley; an' as we ran past I went outboard for the salvage o' three hunder thousand pound. Man, it was perishin' cold, but I'd done my job judgmatically, an' came scrapin' all along her side slap on to the lower gratin' o' the gangway. No one more astonished than me, I assure ye.

The awful fact of them one thousand bar'ls of Willow Run perishin' before our very eyes, swallows up all else, an' minor details gets lost in the shuffle an' stays lost for all time. It's a turrible jolt to the general sensibilities, an' any gent who'll go back thar yet an' look hard in the faces of them people, can see traces of that c'lamity.

"Where in the world did you drop from? The sky?" The pickpocket laughed gleefully. "Did I scare you? I guess it must have surprised you, me popping in here like a Punch and Judy figure, eh? You kind o' surprised me, too, I'll say that for you. Gee whiz, I didn't know anybody was here. Say, do you mind if I get back in there out o' the wind to light my pipe? I'm perishin' for a smoke."

Appearances may be deceitful, but if I do say it as shouldn't, my bread certainly looks elegant this time. Now, Sammy, get busy like a good fella! Go in an' amuse Francie. The poor child is perishin' for somethin' to distrack her.