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The cyclists did not make any noise and were upon the boys before they had time to duck. A leafy hedge saved them from being sighted. "We will have to cross the Dutch border soon," Sim said after talking with their guide. "There won't be much of a guard there, will there?" Stan asked. "The Germans have made Holland a part of Germany." "There is a strict border control," the guide answered.

"Oh, you hound!" she hissed, "you hound!" and then she laughed softly, hysterically. "That is the gentleman for you! The seed of kings, no less! What a brag it was! That is the gentleman for you! to put the blame on me. No, Sim; no, Sim; I will not betray you to Miss Mim-mou', you need not be feared of that; I'll let her find you out for herself and then it will be too late. And, oh!

I heard the next day that Sim went back to the post-office and informed the gathering there that Ros Paine had taken to drinking. "He was tight as a biled owl," declared Sim; "and ugly don't talk! Wanted to fight me because I wouldn't believe he was goin' to work. Him! What in the everlastin' would HE want to work for? My heavens to Betsy!"

"No, no, Clarence," interposed poor Flora, her eyes filled with tears, as she came to my chair and put her arm lovingly around my neck. "Dear Buckland, I know you are innocent!" "So do I," exclaimed Emily. "Hookie!" ejaculated Sim Gwynn, who had been sitting in silence, with his eyes and mouth wide open, but rather nervous when the battle seemed to be going against me.

But he got 'em all int'rested, and it wouldn't surprise him, so Sim said, if on the quiet some of those plug-uglies had agreed to do the job." Nan shuddered, and had long since stopped eating. But nobody paid any attention to her at the moment. Uncle Henry drawled: "They're going to do the hardest day's job for the smallest pay that they ever did on this Michigan Peninsula.

He put the case to himself so frequently in this way, he tried so hard to explain to his own mind that Rotha at least was free of all taint, that the very effort made him conscious of a latent suspicion respecting Sim.

Why! . . . Oh, how d'ye do, Mr. Williams, sir? Want to see me, do you?" The magnate of East Harniss stepped forward. "Er Phinney," he said, "I want a moment of your time. Morning, Berry." "Mornin', Williams," observed Captain Sol brusquely. "All right, Sim. I'll wait for you farther on." He continued his walk. The building mover stood still. Mr. Williams frowned with lofty indignation.

Now there is Sim Burns! What a travesty of a home! Yet there are a dozen just as bad in sight. He works like a fiend so does his wife and what is their reward? Simply a hole to hibernate in and to sleep and eat in in summer. A dreary present and a well-nigh hopeless future. No, they have a future, if they knew it, and we must tell them." "I know Mrs.

Beriah's bad enough when he's got nothin' the matter with him but dyspepsy. Now that his sufferin's are complicated with elopements, I don't want to eat with him." "Come and have supper with us." "I guess not, thank you, Sim. I'll get some crackers and cheese and such at the store. I I ain't very hungry these days." He turned his head and looked out of the window. Simeon fidgeted.

"Good-night, ma'am," replied Gray; and he stood and heard the shutter blind closed, with a bitter feeling of annoyance at his heart. "My name seems to have driven her away," he muttered. "At any rate, though, I am of some use," he said soon after; "she feels safe when I am by." All was perfectly still now, except the heavy breathing of Private Sim; and Gray stood thinking what he should do.