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The baron shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. He's a shtrange sheentleman. He keeps himself to himself doesh Mishter Shtafford." Stafford went on, and at one of the anterooms came upon Mr. Falconer. He was standing looking on at the dancing with a grim countenance, and seemed lost in thought; so much so that he was almost guilty of a start when Stafford spoke to him. "Yes! Great crowd.

"Not a bit nor be the same towken do I think they saw me." "How did you and Shasta meet?" "That was shtrange, was the same. After I found I was cl'ar of the varmints, from the raisin that their exclusive attention was occupied by the b'ar, I stopped and went to thinking did I. I could saa the great necessity of our having me own canoe and I went back to whom I left the same.

Pathrick, and tin days afther I saw my darlin' Dinnis buried in the salt say. He fell sick wid a faver, and all me prayers for his life could not save him; an' here I am, a lone widdy, in a shtrange land, without a penny in me pocket, nor a place to lay me head." Here the poor woman's grief choked her utterance, and, covering her face with her hands, she wept aloud.

That's the curse of men living alone on these homesteads brooding, and worrying their heads off. It seems to get them all eventually in " Breaking off abruptly he glanced at his watch. "Getting late!" he ejaculated, jumping up, "I must be getting on to that case." "Docthor!" said Slavin, reflectively, "'tis a shtrange story ye've been tellin' us.

It remained still fur a few minutes, thin, to our amazement, turned over an' began swimmin'. He casht his eye inquiringly up at the crew, who were all standin' along the rail lookin' at him, as though he wanted somethin'. The skipper himself was so overcome at the shtrange soight that he furgot, fur the toime bein', all about the disgustin' state av the deck.

The bowlder which supported him was no more stationary than he. He gazed fixedly at the youths, but made no signs and uttered no word. "Begorra, but he's a shtrange gintleman," muttered Tim. "I wonder if he's posin' for his picter." "His firing of the gun proves that he is a friend," said Warren; "so we have nothing to fear from him."