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Do you want work?" he inquired of the last of the quartette, a big bashful man with the shoulders of a Hercules. "Yes, sir," answered the latter uncomfortably. "What do you do?" "I'm a cant-hook man, sir." "Where have you worked?" "I had a job with Morgan & Stebbins on the Clear River last winter." "All right, we need cant-hook men.
He kept Stebbins a long time on the stand; and once or twice this individual seemed a good deal confused in manner and expression; still nothing important could be drawn from him, his account of the papers corresponding sufficiently well with that of the plaintiff. It was late in the afternoon when the proceedings of the trial reached this stage, and the court adjourned.
"Mother, tell me, do we have to meet those horrid fat old Jews again?" Mrs. Stebbins wisely decided that this was not a good time to explore the soul of a possible Eastern potentate. Instead, she elected to talk for a minute or two about a lawn fete she was planning to give next week for the benefit of the Polish relief.
He looked him over curtly. The end of it was he was ordered off the premises, and went; but the dog trailed, wagging at his heels, and had to be roughly called back. The thought of the dog comforted Stebbins as he went on his way. He had always liked animals. It was something, now he was past a hand-shake, to have the friendly wag of a dog's tail.
The squatter, pipe in mouth, and with head drooping down almost to his knees, looked grimly into the fire. He was paying no attention to what was passing around him. His thoughts were not there? Stebbins, on the other hand, appeared eagerly to watch the dancers. He was dressed with a degree of adornment; and exhibited a certain patronising attitude, as if master of the sports and ceremonies!
What'n thunder 'r' y' abaout, y' darned Portagee?" said a sharp, resolute voice. Dick looked from the weapon to the person who held it, and saw Abel Stebbins, the doctor's man, standing over him. "Let me up! Let me up!" he cried in a low, hurried voice. "I'll give you a hundred dollars in gold to let me go. The man a'n't hurt don't you see him stirring? He'll come to himself in two minutes.
The painters laid down their brushes. Stebbins rarely expressed an opinion; any utterance from him, therefore, carried weight. "Go for him about his health, I tell you," continued Stebbins, dragging a brush from the sheaf in his hand. "But there's nothing the matter with him," answered Marny. "He's as skinny as a coal-mine mule, but he's got plenty of kick in him yet."
His influence was a great blessing, association with him a delight, his example an inspiration, and his love the richest of undeserved treasures. Dr. Stebbins was ever the kindliest of men, and his friendliness and consideration were not confined to his social equals. Without condescension, he always had a kind word for the humblest people.
For here, amidst the most charming of marine scenery, that veteran landlord and genial host, Stebbins H. Dumas, has erected, for the benefit of the public, a hotel, spacious, well appointed, and ably conducted; inviting and especially homelike; every room commanding a view of the ocean.
Still, Barney had no proof of this, and he felt he would rather suffer unjustly himself than unjustly throw blame on another. "Nothin', nothin'," he said absently. "I war jes' a-studyin' 'bout'n it all." "Well, I wouldn't think about it any more just now," said good-natured Stebbins. "You look like you had been dragged through a keyhole instead of a window-pane.
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