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A man and a woman were standing at the corner of a street, talking, and he overheard them as he passed. "'Illoa, Sarah," the man said, "w'ere you goin', eih?" "Goin' roan' the awfices," she answered, "to see if I kin get a job o' charin'!" "Gawblimey!" said the man, laughing at her. "Well, you got to do somethink, 'aven't you?
I'd be a fool ter lay down the law to a bloke as sharp as yous, that thinks 'e can see everything. But I wasn't always so fat I 'ad ter squeeze through the door, an' I tell yer the best things in life are them yer can't see at all, an' that's the feelin's. So take a fool's advice, an' don't think of marryin' till yer feel there's somethin' wrong wi' yer inside, fer that's w'ere it ketches yer."
Both of them were at my quarters to-night, and I'm afraid the squaw is right." "But w'ere is Necia?" "We don't know; maybe Stark has got her." The Frenchman cursed horribly. "Have you try hees cabane?" "No." Without answer the Frenchman darted away, and the Lieutenant sped after him through the deserted rows of log-houses. "Ha!
"'Ello, Ada, w'ere you goin'?" he inquired, with a facetious grin. "Cum 'ere, I want ter talk ter yer." The fat girl stopped and laughed. "Can't I'm in a 'urry," she replied. "Well, kin I cum wid yer?" he asked, with another grin. "Not wi' that face, Chook," she answered, laughing. "None o' yer lip, now, or I'll tell Jonah wot yer were doin' last night," said Chook.
Love mykes 'em that w'y." "Quite crrazy," Anna answered; but she was blushing furiously. "Blushin' red as beefstykes," M'riar commented as she took the brush and started to do Anna's painfully accomplished task all over, from the big crack by the door where she had started. "'Ow's 'e hever goin' to know w'ere we 'ave moved to?" she asked her mistress, now. "Father left a word." "Ho, did 'e?"
Fallows confidentially, and again lowering her voice impressively, "yeh see, 'is leg 'urt most orful at first, an' Benny cried to me, 'It's in me toes, mother, it's in me toes. 'Why, Benny, sez I to 'im, 'yeh hain't got no toes, Benny. 'That's w'ere it 'urts, sez 'e, 'toes or no toes. An' father 'e wakes right up an' 'erd w'at Benny was cryin', an' sez 'e, 'Benny's right enough.
"Oh, we'll take a chance on that," proposed Eph, carelessly. "But, unless I am able to say, now, w'ere I shall be " the Frenchman started to argue. "We'll guess the meeting place as well as we did your errand," proposed Eph. "Ten thousan' thanks!" cried, the chevalier. "Yet, for fear we mek ze one mistek, suppose I say "
"Where in hell did you get hold o' that?" asked Rosenthall, with a rattle in his thick neck, meant for mirth. "You may well arst," says Raffles. "It's all over the plice w'ere I come from." "Who can have spread such rot?" "I dunno," says Raffles; "arst the gen'leman on yer left; p'r'aps 'E knows." The gentleman on his left had turned livid with emotion.
"Who put youse jerry to all dat?" inquired the first tramp, skeptically. "I was in de still wit 'im he croaked some guy. He's a lifer. On de way to de pen he pushes dis dick off'n de rattler an' makes his get-away. Dat peter-boy we meets at Quincy slips me an earful about him. Here's w'ere we draws down de five hundred if we're cagey." "Whaddaya mean, cagey?"
He asked her to present her accounts forthwith. He occupied the few minutes of her absence by writing the testimonial. It had shaped itself in his mind as a short ode in Doric Greek. But, for the benefit of Mrs. Batch, he chose to do a rough equivalent in English. Zeek w'ere thee will in t'Univursity, Lad, thee'll not vind nor bread nor bed that matches Them as thee'll vind, roight zure, at Mrs.
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