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Wanst, bein' a fool, I wint into the married lines more for the sake av spakin' to our ould colour- sergint Shadd than for any thruck wid women-folk. I was a corp'ril then rejuced aftherwards, but a corp'ril then. I've got a photograft av mesilf to prove ut. "You'll take a cup av tay wid us?" sez Shadd. "I will that," I sez, "tho' tay is not my divarsion."
I'll tarry a while and see 'em singe the fowl. I like the smell of burning pin feathers; it clears my head. "Over in the far corner was another animal in knee panties, riggin' up one of these flash-light, snappy-shot, photograft layouts.
Of course, Keno and me didn't know no more what to do than a photograft of the Wild Man of Borneo when there was a fain tin' woman in the question. As I said, I hadn't been married enough to learn, and the present line of Mrs. Scraggses was healthy, whatever other faults they might have. Hadds 'ud come over and tell us half of something, and then rush back to the Major, tearin' his hair.
"Gee," he went on, reaching into the breast pocket of his coat, "I allow I have got a scrap o' dad's writin'. It's on the back o' that photograft." He drew the photograph into sight, turned it over, and pushed it under Clancy's eyes. "There!" and he pointed with his finger. "That's a sample o' dad's fist." Upton Hill, age thirty-six. This was all the writing on the back of the photograph.
Wanst, bein' a fool, I wint into the married lines more for the sake av spakin' to our ould color-sergint Shadd than for any thruck wid womenfolk. I was a corp'ril then rejuced aftherward, but a corp'ril then. I've got a photograft av mesilf to prove ut. 'You'll take a cup av tay wid us? sez Shadd. 'I will that, I sez, 'tho' tay is not my divarsion.
The tow-headed chap had suddenly leaped out of his chair like a restive wild cat. "Ain't that dad over yonder?" he asked. "I see a feller that seems to be built on the same lines of the photograft, but n-n-no," he finished musingly, "that feller's a Mexican." "Letter for you, Mr. Hill," said a bell boy, coming across the lobby from the clerk's desk.
"You bet you! It's just a photograft, that's what it is." Ferguson was profoundly pleased with his success, and grateful. He sat silently enjoying his happiness a little while, then he murmured, with a deep awe in his voice, "I wonder if God made him?" There was no response for a moment; then Ham Sandwich said, reverently, "Not all at one time, I reckon."
It can't be that dad wrote what's on the back o' the picter." "You have always thought he did the writing on the back of the photograph, haven't you?" "Then you're thinking he didn't, now, so you can believe the letter's genuine." "Well, what of it? I'd a heap rather pin my faith to the writin' in the letter than to what's on the photograft." Clancy saw that argument was useless.
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