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His blood-spotted face seemed a vision of the unreal; but the guns were unmistakably the agents which a human being would employ in an emergency. And there was a businesslike click in his tone. "Stand back, the whole of you! This is a show-down. Tasper Britt is confessing that he is a thief and a liar. Use your eyes." They cowered back from the threat of the guns and did use their eyes.
"Boys, you'd better get somebody else to sandpaper Tasper Britt with. I'm not gritty enough." "I'll come across with our full idea, Squire. It ain't simply to sandpaper Britt with that we want you to go. But we need some kind of legislation to help this town out of the hole. We don't know where we are.
Shall I let it be said that I left a friend ahungered and without a roof? Shall " "Father, I'm no longer patient enough to listen to any more of that nonsense," said Vona. "But it isn't nonsense," put in the mother. "Poor Tasper is left without a home. Files's vittles have nigh killed him. He was always used to home cooking. He " "Please! Please!" protested the girl, impatiently.
And now to work to work!" Mr. Harnden was truly very much up-and-coming those days. He rose and shook out first one leg and then the other, with the manner of a scratching rooster. The movements settled the legs of his trousers. He had a new suit of his own. It resembled Tasper Britt's.
That statue cost Tasper Britt rising sixteen hundred dollars and after he dyed his beard and bought the top piece of hair, the satirists of Egypt were unkind enough to say that he had set his stone image out in the graveyard to scare Hittie if she tried to arise and spy on his new carryings-on. Mr. Britt had continued to be a consistent mourner, according to the old-fashioned conventions.
"All I've ever needed is backing, Starr. Now I've got it!" He clapped his hand on the banker's shoulder. "Here's my backer good as a certified check. Hey, Tasper?" "I'm I'm always ready to help develop local talent," Britt admitted, stammering, turning his back on the faces at the grille. "Starr, we'd better get along toward the tavern.
"I never intended to pass speech with you again, you renegade," stormed Tasper. "But I'm talking to-day for a town that I propose to represent in the legislature, and I won't have it shamed any longer by a lunatic that you're harboring." Usial Britt lifted his eyebrows. "The legislature?" He puckered his lips and whistled a few bars of "Hail to the Chief."
Tasper Britt, relentlessly on the job of punishing those who had poisoned his pride and his peace of mind, acknowledged to himself that the attitude of this girl was reacting on him in the way of more acute punishment than he was dealing out to anybody just then, except to Vaniman. Through the latter the girl was punished.
But there was a queer little wrinkle at each corner of that closed mouth. Mr. Harnden banged his pulpy fist on the board at which so he had declared, Tasper Britt was to sit. "I have ruled a happy home by love in the past. Don't force me to rule it otherwise now." He was obliged to lower his eyes to a level at last because his neck ached.
Everybody proposed to tiptoe when passing in the neighborhood of the Harnden house. But to have a ghost come and chase Tasper around town was wholly outside the calculations of the human beings in Egypt this night." "I'm afraid I don't see any joke hidden in this proposition, Squire," the young man complained.
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