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My friend from Six-Cross-Roads must be given the credit of devising the scene-though you divined it!" "It was a little too picturesque, I think. I know about Six-Cross-Roads. Please tell me what you mean to do." "Nothing. What should I?" "You mean that you will keep on letting them shoot at you, until they until you " She struck the bench angrily with her hand.
Carlow County idolizes him, evil-doers hate him, grateful old men worship him, devoted young men shadow his unsuspecting steps at night in order to protect him from the villains of Six-Cross-Roads, sweet girls adore him, fortune saves him from dire adventures, and in the end his fellow-voters choose him to represent their innumerable virtues in the Congress of their country without his even dreaming what affectionate game they are at.
Reckon you can remember that message? But before I let you go to carry it, I guess you might as well hand out the paper they sent you over here with." His prisoner fell into a paroxysm of rage, and struck at him. "I'll git pap to kill ye," she shrieked. "I don' know nothin' 'bout yer Six-Cross-Roads, ner no papers, ner yer dam Mister Harkels neither, ner you, ye razor-backed ole devil!
The Briscoe buckboard rattled along the elastic country-road, the roans setting a sharp pace as they turned eastward on the pike toward home and supper. "They'll make the eight miles in three-quarters of an hour," said the judge, proudly. He pointed ahead with his whip. "Just beyond that bend we pass through Six-Cross-Roads." Miss Sherwood leaned forward eagerly. "Can we see 'Mr.
They answered him with angry shouts and hootings, but he made his big voice heard, and bade them do nothing rash; no facts were known, he said; it was far from certain that harm had been done, and no one knew that the Six-Cross-Roads people had done it even if something had happened to Mr. Harkless. He declared that he spoke in Harkless's name.
Had there chanced any one to ride through the deserted Cross-Roads the next morning, passing the trampled fields and the charred ruins of the two shanties to the east, and listening to the lamentations of the women and children, he would have declared that at last the old score had been paid, and that Six-Cross-Roads was wiped out.
"Nothing to do but wait. Might as well go home for that. Blast it!" he exclaimed, impatiently. "I don't want to go there. It's too hard on the little girl. If she hadn't come till next week she'd never have known John Harkless." All morning horsemen had been galloping through Six-Cross-Roads, sometimes singly, oftener in company.
Miss Sherwood," he said in his hearty voice, "the best people in God's world and I'm not running for Congress, either!" "But how about the Six-Cross-Roads people, father?" asked Minnie. "We'll wipe them clean out some day," answered her father "possibly judicially, possibly " "Surely judiciously?" suggested Miss Sherwood.
"Pooh! They're all right; that scalawag's half-way to Six-Cross-Roads by this time, isn't he, William?" "He tuck up the fence like a scared rabbit," Mr. Todd responded, looking into his hat to avoid meeting the eyes of the lady. "I didn't have no call to toller, and he knowed how to run, I reckon. Time Mr.
"There's no summer theatre in Six-Cross-Roads; there's not even a church. Why shouldn't they?" he asked gravely. "During the long and tedious evenings it cheers the poor Cross-Reader's soul to drop over here and take a shot at me. It whiles away dull care for him, and he has the additional exercise of running all the way home."
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