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"`Yes, says he; `an' see here. "Wi' that he opens a bag he had on his back an' showed me a lot o' birds, big an' small, that he'd been shootin'; an' then he pulls out a small book, in which he'd been makin' picturs of 'em an' r'ally I was raither took wi' that for the critter had got 'em down there almost as good as natur'. They actooally looked as if they was alive!

Thought there was nothing in the wood but Injuns, blast their ugly picturs! and blast him, Sy Jones, as was, that brought me among 'em! "What, in Heaven's name," said Roland, overcome by the man's volubility and alarm together, "what means all this? Are there Indians behind us?"

More flasks were pulled out from the tail pockets of his ragged coat; from his breast; from the crown of his ragged hat. "Well," said Shorty, as he got through, "you're a regler grogshop on wheels. All you need is a lot o' loafers talkin' politics, a few picturs o' racin' hosses and some customers buried in the village graveyard to be a first-class bar-room.

To-morrer you'll be goin round complainin about your liver!" I sot up a spell by the kitchen fire readin Lewis Napoleon's "Life of Julius Caesar." What a reckless old cuss he was! Yit Lewis picturs him in glowin cullers. Caesar made it lively for the boys in Gaul, didn't he? He slewd one million of citizens, male and female Gauls and Gaulusses and then he sold another million of 'em into slavery.

'I prefer no to wait where I'm no welcome, she said in a deeply offended tone, and made to rise. He caught her plump arm. 'Wha said ye wasna welcome? Eat yer sweeties an' dinna talk nonsense. If ye want to see the rest o' the picturs, I'm on. I've naething else to dae the nicht. After a slight pause. 'Dae ye want me to bide Macgreegor? 'I'm asking ye. She sighed. 'Ye're a queer lad.

An innocent young thing of fifteen has picturs of TWO lovers in her room, and expex a good number more. Now, to tell you the truth, Mr. Yorke, I doan't beleave a single syllible of this story. This lady of honner says, in the fust place, that the princess would have talked a good deal of TUMDEDY: which means, I suppose, indeasnsy, if she, the lady of honner WOULD HAVE LET HER. This IS a good one!

"Do you paint picturs too?" queried Uncle Terry, suddenly interested. "Telly's daft on doing that, an' is at it all the time she can git!" Then he added with a slight inflection of pride, "Mebbe ye noticed some o' her picturs in the sittin'-room?" "I saw a lot of pictures there," answered Albert, "but it was too dark to see them well. I should like to look at them in the morning."

'Did he no say he was comin' back? Macgregor asked rather irritably. 'He never said a word to me. I didna notice him gang: I was that ta'en up wi' the picturs. But never heed, she went on cheerfully; 'it's a guid riddance o' bad rubbish. I wonder what's next on the prog 'But this'll no dae! He he's your frien'. 'Him! Excuse me for seemin' to smile.

Now and then Macgregor chuckled with moderate heartiness. 'Enjoyin' yersel'? she said in a chocolate whisper, close to his ear. 'So, so. 'Ye're like me. I prefer the serious picturs. Real life an' true love for me! Ha'e a sweetie? Oh, ye're smokin'. As I was sayin', ye're a queer lad, Macgreegor. She leaned against his arm.

The same powdered, liveried, lazy, idle, good-for-nothin', do-little, stand-in-the-way-of-each-other, useless sarvants. Same picturs, same plate, same fixin's, same don't-know-what-to-do-with-your-self-kinder-o'-lookin'-master. Great folks are like great folks, marchants like marchants, and so on. It's a pictur, it looks like life, but' it tante.