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The "upper road" is sometimes called the "depot road," because the railroad station is conveniently located thereon convenient for the railroad, that is the station being a full mile from Simmons's "general store," which is considered the center of the town. The upper road enters the main road at the corner by the store, and there also are the Methodist meetinghouse and the schoolhouse.
It was evening when this dialogue took place. The day-boys had departed in an irritable frame of mind, on account of various annoyances of which they had been the victims during the past two days. Bacon had been tripped up twice by a piece of string, Hughes had found his coat-sleeves tightly sewn up with packing-thread, and Simmons's pockets had been crammed with moist, wriggling earthworms.
I drove it away by throwing myself heart and soul into the mystery which hung over the fate of Olivia. "We have hit upon a splendid plan," said Jack: "Miss Carey will take Simmons's cab to Bellringer Street, and reach the house about the same time as I visit Foster. That is for me to be at hand if she should need any protection, you know.
Bloomfield," interrupted his wife. "I beg your pardon, my dear. But it doesn't matter. Simmons was eaten by a tiger, ten years ago. And I hope he agreed with him, for he never did with anybody else I ever heard of. He was the worst boy I ever knew. 'You stole Simmons's watch. Where is it? He fell on his knees, as white as a sheet. 'I sold it, he said, in a voice choked with terror.
And that is why Simmons's base desertion under his wife's very eyes, too is still an astonishment to the neighbours. One day it occurred to Leibel that he ought to get married. He went to Sugarman the Shadchan forthwith. "I have the very thing for you," said the great marriage broker. "Is she pretty?" asked Leibel. "Her father has a boot and shoe warehouse," replied Sugarman, enthusiastically.
The scarred wooden pillars of its portico were hidden with bunting. Simmons's front displayed a row of little banners, each bearing a letter the letters spelled "Welcome Home." Tad's barber shop was more or less artistically wreathed in colored tissue paper. There, too, a flag was draped over the front door. Yet not a single person was in sight. "For goodness' sake!" cried the bewildered captain.
"Yes," he answered, "you're a truth-tellin' chap, Bailey, I'll say that for you. You don't exaggerate your statements." "Hard of hearin'!" snapped Mr. Tidditt. "If the last trump ain't a steam whistle she'll miss Judgment Day. I'll stop into Simmons's on my way along and buy you a bottle of throat balsam, Cy; you're goin' to need it."
"It's the way most rich people are mean enough to," said Johnny, severely. "I don't care if it's your father or mine, it's mean. And that's why we've got to begin with Jim Simmons's cats and kittens." "Are you going to give old Mrs. Sam Little cats?" inquired Arnold. Johnny sniffed. "Don't be silly," said he.
Them chairs an' things," jerking his pipe toward them, "was hers mine, that is to say, speakin' straight, and man to man." He sat down, puffing meditatively at his pipe, and presently, "Well," he continued, "'ere I am agin, ol' Bob Ford, dead an' done for gone down in the Mooltan. On'y I ain't done for, see?" And he pointed the stem of his pipe at Simmons's waistcoat.
Bailey, his eyes fixed upon the occupant of the cricket, said nothing. "We we didn't know you had company, Whit," said Asaph. "We been up to Simmons's and Alpheus said you was thin and peaked and looked sick. Said you bought sass'p'rilla and all kind of truck. He was afraid you had fever and was out of your head, cruisin round in the rain with no umbrella.
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