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He did not smile, but stared at the square of light that was the doorway, "Judson's jewellery store, wahn't it? Judson's?" "Yes, Judson's," Wetherell answered, as soon as he recovered from his amazement. There was no telling from Jethro's manner whether he were enemy or friend; whether he bore the storekeeper a grudge for having attained to a happiness that had not been his.
Meader, apologetically, "that was stupid of me wahn't it? But I callated he'd know. She's the daughter of the railrud president the 'one that was askin' about you." There was an instant's pause, and the colour stole into Victoria's cheeks. Then she glanced at Austen and bit her lip-and laughed. Her laughter was contagious.
"It's true as gospel," declared the invalid; "they always got the better of me. I had one of 'em after me once, when I was young and prosperin' some." "And yet you have survived triumphant," she exclaimed. "There wahn't none of 'em like you," said Mr. Meader, "or it might have be'n different."
In short, many funny things had happened funny things to Sergeant Ephraim, but not at all to William Wetherell, who sympathized with Heth in his panic. "So Jethro Bass has become a great man," said Wetherell. "Great!" Ephraim ejaculated. "Guess he's the biggest man in the state to-day. Queer how he got his power began twenty-four years ago when I wahn't but twenty.
Jenney, hospitably; "you'll get wet. Look out, Austen, there's a lady comin'. Why, it's Miss Flint!" Victoria knew that her face must be on fire. She felt Austen Vane's quick glance upon her, but she did not dare look to the right or left as she drove into the barn. There seemed no excuse for any other course. "How be you?" said Mr. Jenney; "kind of lucky you happened along here, wahn't it?
"Like storekeepin'?" Jethro asked presently, perceiving that he did not continue his work. "A man must live, Mr. Bass," said Wetherell; "I had to leave the city for my health. I began life keeping store," he added, "but I little thought I should end it so." "Given to book-l'arnin' then, wahn't you?" Jethro remarked.
"This Airley's smart wahn't quite smart enough, though. His bright idea come a little mite late. Hunted up old Christy, got the key to his law office right here in the Duncan Block, went up through the skylight, clumb down to the roof of Randall's store next door, shinned up the lightnin' rod on t'other side, and stuck his head plump into the Opery House window." "I want to know!" ejaculated Mr.
"About that interest," said Eben, plunging into the dread subject, "don't know as I'm ready this month after all." "G-goin' to town meetin', Eben?" "Wahn't callatin' to," answered Eben. "G-goin' to town meetin', Eben?" Eben, puzzled and dismayed, ran his hand through his hair. "Wahn't callatin' to but I kin I kin." "D-Democrat hain't ye D-Democrat?" "I kin be," said Eben.
"I've knowed him ever sense we was boys," said Mr. Bixby; "you saw how intimate we was. When he wants a thing done, he says, 'Bije, you go out and get 'em. Never counts the cost. He was nice to you wahn't he, Will?" And then Mr. Bixby leaned over and whispered in Mr. Wetherell's ear; "He knows you understand he knows." "Knows what?" demanded Mr. Wetherell. Mr.
Since we have begun on the subject, however, I think I ought to tell you that I have taken the case of Zeb Meader against the Northeastern Railroads." "Wahn't much need of telling me, was there?" remarked the Honourable Hilary, dryly. "I'd have found it out as soon as anybody else."
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