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He had an ole riffle he called "Ole Betsy" that'd been his deer rifle. After I got to be a big boy, huntin' and fishin' was good. I never got to do any uv it except on Saturdays and Sundays. Everbody had a brush fence 'round the house to keep the stock in out o' the yard and one day I seen a big bird sail down on the fence and run under it.
That'd be too FLAT. And I'm not going to say that I'll never care for anyone else, for I'm only twenty, and I don't know. But I couldn't see so much of you, Owen, I said, 'and not care for you, and it seems as natural to tell you so as it would for me to tell another girl.
But when that little boy, that'd always had his board and clothes and education free, saw that he'd jest about talked himself to death, and called for the press notices about his christening to be read to him to soothe his last spasms why, I wasn't overly put in mind of Melville Bickner." Mr. Martin's train left for Plattsville at two in the morning.
After a few pulls at his pipe, the landlord inquired: "Where'd you walk from to-day?" "I slept in a farm-house last night, about fifteen miles south of this place I should say." "That'd be a little ways out of East Cobb," speculated Mr. Jones. "Five or six miles." "Goin' over into Canada?" "No. I shall turn west, I think, and strike for the Lake Champlain country."
You and they can live in that, I suppose?" "I reckon we could," said Sim Gage. "That'd be fine, wouldn't it?" "And as those men would need horses for their own transport, they'd need hay. We'd pay you for hay. I don't see why we couldn't leave one wagon and a team at least up there, to get in supplies. That would help you in getting things started around on your place again, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, that Slavens is one of these men that'd eat hot rocks for the woman he loves," he sneered. "Well, it's up to him to show how far he'll go for you." "It's unworthy of even you, Jerry, to talk like that," she reproved. "As far as I know, I am nothing more to Dr. Slavens than any other friend.
They laid it in to him that I was soft on hearing poetry spouted, especially after night, when the moon was up, and everything quiet in camp, and that I was particularly tender on 'Bingen on the Rhine. You know that if there is anything I'm dead sore on it's that sniveling rot. There used to be a pasty-faced boy in school that'd wail that out, and set all the girls to bawling.
And then I allowed she'd, like enough, marry Tom Kimberly, and that'd change her and it'd all come out all right. All the time I was hoping and trying to save both her and you. I been nigh about crazy, Colonel. And all the time, of course, I was only a damn fool cowpuncher, without any brains." "She's gone!" says he, after a time.
"Is he, or ain't he, a gentleman?" Dahlia seemed torn by a new anguish. "I see," said Anthony. "He goes and persuades you he is, and you've been and found out he's nothin' o' the sort eh? That'd be a way of accounting for your queerness, more or less. Was it that fellow that Wicklow gal saw ye with?" Dahlia signified vehemently, "No."
"She had feet that'd stop a stampede. Johnny was shore loco about her. Swore she was the finest blossom that ever growed." Here he choked and tears of laughter coursed down his weather-beaten face as he pictured her. "She was a dainty Mexican, about fifteen han's high an' about sixteen han's around. Johnny used to chalk off when he hugged her, usen't yu, Johnny?
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