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Pope?" inquired Bart. "Yes, that's me," assented the other. "Stranger here? looking for me?" "I am," answered Bart. "My name is Stirling. I work at the express office at Pleasantville." "Oh, yes, I've heard of you," said Peter Pope. "The express inspector wrote me about you. He said you was a young kid, sort of green in the business, who might drop in on me to get some points on the business."
Colonel Harrington's trunk is safe and sound on its way to its destination." "Hurrah!" irresistibly shouted Darry Haven. It was "busy times" at the little express office at Pleasantville. Bart had made home and lunch in half the noon hour, and entered upon a renewal of his duties with a brisk hail to his subordinates and assistants, Darry and Bob Haven.
Every Christmas day since then, Green had regularly sent a jug of liquor to his father, with word by the messenger that it was for "the squarest man in Pleasantville, who had saved his life." Mr. Stirling had set Bart a practical temperance example by pouring the liquor into the sink, but had not offended Green by declining his well-meant offerings.
One day had to be taken for a farewell to my parents; and what a day it was, with my father and mother driving down to Pleasantville in the late night to meet me that they might not lose one moment of my visit!
"You see," continued the farmer, "if they handle them carefully at Pleasantville, and see that they catch the early express to the city from there, someone will be waiting to take them in charge at the terminus.
Baker told Bart that he felt himself perfectly disguised, that he could now venture freely down the road a distance where he had business. "I'll be back, though," he promised. "Perhaps in two weeks. I'm not through with Pleasantville. Oh, no! There's going to be an explosion here some time soon. You've put me on my feet, Stirling, and you won't be sorry when you know what I'm after."
Peter Grimm, notoriously the stingiest man in Pleasantville, who raised the sourest apples in the town and spent most of his time watching the boys and picking up what fruit rolled outside of the fence, bided his time with watchful ferret eyes until a promising-looking package came along.
"He's still breathing, and a Christian has got to do what they can. Don't you think you ought to tie up?" "The freshet's leaving us. I'll run until we hit the big water down by Pleasantville, and then tie up," said Cavendish. "I reckon we'd better lift him on to one of the beds get his wet clothes off and wrap him up warm," said Polly. "Oh, put him in our bed!" cried all the little Cavendishes.
As an educator and builder of character Doctor Todd had no equal in the country. Mr. Pound could prove this. He pointed to his old friend Adam Silliman, who graduated at Princeton and was to-day a struggling coal merchant in Pleasantville, and drank.
The first stated that from the fifteenth of the coming month Mr. Robert Stirling would resume his position as express agent at Pleasantville, thenceforward made a "Class B" station, at a salary of seventy dollars a month. The second paragraph requested Mr. Bart Stirling to report at headquarters for assignment to duty at a city office as assistant manager.
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