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Howdy, George," he said, a few seconds later; and then stopped, for it was not Udell, but Dick, who was bending over the stone; and in place of working with the type, he was playing a game of solitaire, while he pulled away at an old corn-cob pipe. "Good evening," said the young man, pausing in his amusement, "What can I do for you?" "I see ye got a job," said Uncle Bobbie.
The head bent again over the case and the trembling fingers reached for the type. "Hungry! Good God, man!" exclaimed Udell. "Why didn't you say so?" and turning quickly to the boy he said, "Here, skip down to that restaurant and bring a big hot lunch. Tell 'em to get a hustle on too." The boy fled and George continued talking to himself; "Hungry and I thought he had been on a spree.
Falkner," returned Udell impatiently. "You know what I mean, Clara. What's the use of you and me pretending? Haven't I told you ever since I was ten years old that I loved you, and would have no one else to be my wife? And haven't you always understood it that way, and by your manners toward me given assent?"
Indeed he soon grew so popular among the young folks that George Udell told Miss Wilson it seemed as though he had always lived in Boyd City, he knew so many people, and so many knew him. And of course Clara answered, "I told you so." What woman could resist such an opportunity? "Didn't I say that he was no common tramp? You needn't tell me I don't know a man when I see him."
The door opened wider and a figure came shuffling timidly toward the man and girl. "What do you want?" said Udell, gruffly, a little put out at such an interruption. "Are you the foreman of this office?" said the newcomer. "Yes, I'm the boss." "Do you need any help? I'm a printer." "You a printer?" exclaimed Udell. "What's the matter? No," he interrupted himself."Never mind what the matter is.
"I like that too," said the young lady; "but you see it is not just what I want;" and she looked not a little worried, for above all things, Miss Goodrich liked things just as she liked them; and besides, this was such an important matter. "I'll tell you what," said Dick. "If you'll let me, and Mr. Udell does not object, I'll set up a cover for you to-night after supper."
Among those who viewed the body in the undertaking rooms where it lay for identification, was Dick, and Udell, who was with him, thought that he seemed strangely moved as he bent over the casket. George called his attention to the disfigured hand, but Dick only nodded. Then, as they drew back to make room for others, he asked in a whisper, "Did they search thoroughly for letters or papers?
She was a wee bit of a girl then, but somehow, her heart told her that her friend was more honest than most boys, and, as she grew older, in spite of her religious convictions, she had never been forced to change her mind. But George Udell was not a Christian.
What a lovely voice," he added, as he carefully examined the first impression; "and a heavenly smile;" as he finished his work and went back to the composing case; "and what eyes," he turned sideways to empty his stick "And what hair;" trying to read his copy "a perfect form;" reaching for the type again. "I wonder who " "Dick!" shouted Udell.
"I tell you," she said, in her high-pitched tones, "George Udell is good enough fer any gal. He don't put on as much style as some, an' aint much of a church man; but when it comes to makin' money he's all there, an' that's the main thing now-a-days." As for Clara, she was not insensible to the good points in Mr.
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