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"And may I inquire what that is?" demanded Carlotta sharply, recovering sufficiently to let the thorns she usually kept gracefully concealed prick out from among the roses. Phil laughed shortly. "Don't faint, Carlotta. I am eminently fitted to be a village store-keeper. In fact that is what I shall be in less than two weeks. I am going into partnership with my father.
Listen to this cute feat of a Montana trader. A store-keeper in Helena City had some sugar stolen from him. He poisoned the sugar next night and left his door open. In the morning six Indians were found dead outside the town. That was a cute notion, I guess; and yet there are other examples worse than that, but they are too revolting to tell.
On a hill to the right I-sa-tai the medicine-man stood, all unclothed except for a bonnet of sage twigs. He was making medicine. The buffalo-hunters and the two or three freighters, the clerks and roustabouts and Saloon-keeper Hanrahan and Store-keeper Rath jammed their guns through every window and cranny fronting the charge, and waited.
Kelmar was the store-keeper, a Russian Jew, good-natured, in a very thriving way of business, and, on equal terms, one of the most serviceable of men. He also had something of the expression of a Scotch country elder, who, by some peculiarity, should chance to be a Hebrew. He had a projecting under lip, with which he continually smiled, or rather smirked. Mrs.
One day, however, he found Merker in earnest discussion with a mountain man, whom the store-keeper introduced as Ross Fletcher. Welton did not pay very much attention to this man and was about to pass on when his eye caught the gleam of a Forest Ranger's badge. Then he stopped short. "Merker!" he called sharply. The store-keeper looked up. "See here a minute.
"Mr. Store-keeper," she commenced again. I felt like tearing my hair and crying aloud. "Mr. Store-keeper," forsooth. "You appear anxious to misconstrue me. Let me explain, please." I bowed contritely. What else could I do? "This afternoon, I have a piano, boxed, coming by the steamer Siwash. I would like if you could find me some assistance to get it ashore and placed in my house."
Without the least change of expression the Indian thrust the chunk into his mouth and permitted it to lie there, bulging out the right cheek. "Do you think this man will do, sir?" asked Professor Zepplin, turning to the store-keeper. "He will have to if you want a guide. He is the only fellow here who has ever acted in that capacity, so far as I know." "We would prefer to have a white man."
But this great book was not the only magic casket discovered by the idle store-keeper, the broken seals of which released mighty presences. Both Shakespeare and Burns were revealed to him in this period. Never after did either for a moment cease to be his companion.
"If ever you go to Newcastle, don't put it that way. I told him to take Miss Maxwell to her cabin. Did he do so?" "Yes. I have not seen her since, so I assume that the bromide, plus the wine, was effective. Well, I must return to my patients. Can I get you anything? I am store-keeper, you know." "No, thanks." "Nothing to eat, or drink?" "Nothing.
From his dominating position at the rear end of the truck, the store-keeper announced: "No more pork pie left!" This statement brought forth several indignant oaths from the disappointed. "It's always that way, they're probably paid to play that joke on us. It was the same story last time! We'll send in a complaint. See if we don't." But these grumblings were soon outvoiced by the announcement
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