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Ace was quite sure I could best Rucker; but I did not share this confidence. A fight with a boy was quite a different thing from a battle with a man, even though he might be a coward as I was sure Rucker was. And then Captain Sproule got a contract for a cargo of salt to Buffalo, and we turned westward again!
I'd let you take it after I'm through, only it isn't mine; I borrowed it from Billy Cozzens." "Thanks," answered Joel, "but I don't believe I'd have time for it." "Humph!" grunted Sproule. "There you are again, putting on airs. Just wait until you've been here two or three months; I guess I won't hear so much about study then."
"You've got an awfully funny society column." "We strive to amuse. But I thought only people outside of society ever read society columns except to see if their names were there." "I read all the paper," she answered severely. "And I'd like to know who Mrs. Wolf Tone Maher is." "Ring up 'Information," he suggested. "Don't be flippant. Also Mr. and Mrs. B. Kirschofer, and Miss Amelia Sproule.
"Where did Sally go?" I asked of Captain Sproule. "Home," said he; "and may God have mercy on her soul!"
"We must have names for things, you know," she said. "I suppose so, where morality and humanity have to be taught as Christian duty, and not as common manhood." "Tell me," she presently said, "about Sproule, the postmaster." "Oh, that? Well, I will. The first time I entered the post-office I saw there was something on the man's mind.
Just at present he was cultivating a dislike for Joel because of the latter's enviable success at lessons and because a resident of Hampton House had taken him up. Sproule cared nothing for out-of-door amusements and hated lessons.
Not Bartlett Cloud, for he sat with his sister and mother on the seats; not Clausen, for he sat among the substitutes; not Sproule, since he was present but a moment since. But Joel March was missing. In his room at Masters Hall Joel sat by the table with a Greek history open before him.
"In the golden future of Iowa," he said, "you will occasionally want legal advice. I will accept transportation in your very safe, but undeniably slow equipage as a retainer." "Captain Sproule used to say," I said, "that what you pay the lawyer is the least of the matter when you go to law." "Wise Captain Sproule," replied N.V.; "and my rule shall be to keep my first client, Mr.
I want you to understand that my guests have their rights. One man's money is as good as another's," and the like. "Whose brat is this?" she finally asked, pointing at me. "He's driving for a man with money," said my friend sarcastically. "Who you driving for, Johnny?" she asked; and I told her. "Captain Sproule is down-stairs," said she. "He's looking for you. Go on down!
He made me do all the work of taking care of our bunks, and cuffed my ears whenever he got a chance. He made me do his share as well as my own of the labor of cleaning the stables, and feeding and caring for the horses, sitting by and giving orders with a comical exaggeration of the manner of Captain Sproule.
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