For a moment I thought him one of the gamekeepers and nodded, but his quick look and furtive gestures instantly revealed him as a poacher. "Youre trespassing, you know," I said with some severity. "I know, guvner," he admitted readily, "but I wasnt doing no harm; just looking at this bit of water here and listening to the birds." "With a fishingline in your hands?"
"No soap, Chief. O K. O K. All right put the rewrite man on." And for the next ten minutes he went over the events at the Dinkmans', carefully spelling out all names including the napoleonic firechief's. I began to suspect Gootes wasnt so inefficient a reporter as he appeared. The story given in, he hung up and turned to me. "Well, so long, little man been nice knowing you."
Not that I was one to leave a sinking ship, nor had I lost faith in the potentialities of Miss Francis' discovery; but she either wasnt smart enough to modify her formula, or else ... but there really wasnt any "or else". She just wasnt smart enough to make the Metamorphizer marketable and she was cheating me of the handsome return which should be rightfully mine.
The girls say that wasnt romantik but I think it was sensible but if it had been me that died I'd have felt bad if she forgot me so soon. But he hadnt died and when he got back to town he went right to her house and walked in and there she was standing up to be married to the other fellow. Poor Mr. Carlisle felt awful. He was sick and week and it went to his head.
CONRAD. There wasnt any pleasure in Mother's fine manners. That makes a biological difference. FRANKLYN. But there was beauty in Mother's manners, grace in them, style in them: above all, decision in them. Savvy is such a cub. CONRAD. So she ought to be, at her age. FRANKLYN. There it comes again! Her age! her age! CONRAD. You want her to be fully grown at eighteen.
At the scythe cradled in his arms someone shouted, "Here's old Father Time himself." Mr Barelli wasnt amused. Brushing his forehead thoughtfully with tender fingers he surveyed with saddened eye the three graduated steps of grass. The last step, unessayed by his predecessors, rose nearly four feet, as alien to the concept of lawn as a field of wheat.
It wasnt your uncle at all but that crooked oil broker nephew of his James Cunningham. If you can muss him up proper for me youll sure be doing a favor to yours respectably P.S. Esther sends bushels of love to Rose and will write to-morrow. I'll say Im going to make her one happy kid. Kirby laughed in sardonic mirth. He had fought the wrong man. It was James Cunningham, not Jack.
I explained while he looked skeptical, bored and knowing simultaneously. "Who would tha flummox, bah goom?" he inquired. "Ay?" He took a pack of playingcards from his pocket and riffled them expertly. "Who you kidding, bud?" he translated. "No one. Ask anybody here if this wasnt a dead lawn yesterday and if it hasnt grown this high since morning." He yawned again and proffered me the deck.
When I had been there about a week Mr. Now, Charlie the 3 months on the square are up 2 months ago, & as you said, it is the best job i ever did in my life, & i commenced another of the same sort right away, only it is to God helping me to last a lifetime Charlie i wrote this letter to tell you I do think God has forgiven my sins & herd your prayers, for you told me you should pray for me i no i love to read his word & tell him all my troubles & he helps me i know for i have plenty of chances to steal but i don't feel to as i once did & now i take more pleasure in going to church than to the theater & that wasnt so once our minister and others often talk with me & a month ago they wanted me to join the church, but I said no, not now, i may be mistaken in my feelings, i will wait awhile, but now i feel that God has called me & on the first Sunday in July i will join the church dear friend i wish i could write to you as i feel, but i cant do it yet you no i learned to read and write while prisons & i aint got well enough along to write as i would talk; i no i aint spelled all the words rite in this & lots of other mistakes but you will excuse it i no, for you no i was brought up in a poor house until i run away, & that i never new who my father and mother was & i dont no my right name, & i hope you wont be mad at me, but i have as much rite to one name as another & i have taken your name, for you wont use it when you get out i no, & you are the man i think most of in the world; so i hope you wont be mad I am doing well, i put $10 a month in bank with $25 of the $50 if you ever want any or all of it let me know, & it is yours. i wish you would let me send you some now.
Pottering around, producing another mare's nest and eventually, I suppose, getting another victim.... But I couldnt leave so cavalierly. Every leaf, stem, and blade of the cancerous grass held me in somewhat the same way Miss Francis' intense eyes did. It wasnt an aesthetic or morbid attraction its basis was strictly practical.