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Amid laughter, now that it was seen that nothing serious had happened, the wreckage was cleared away, and the German actor, and his partner in the rural love scene, were assisted to their feet. "Are you hurt?" asked Mr. Pertell, anxiously, when quiet had in a measure been restored. "Only my feelings iss hurted!" replied Mr. Switzer, with an odd look on his round, fat face.
Switzer, were alone needed for those particular acts, and as there was a good road part way it was decided to go as near as possible in a sled, and use snowshoes for the rest of the trip, since there had been quite a fall. Mr.
"Ah," said Larry, drawing in his breath quickly, "that would be different, eh?" "Good-night, you dear goose," said his sister, kissing him quickly. "I am not afraid for you." It was early in July that Mr. Gwynne met his family with a proposition which had been elaborated by Ernest Switzer to form a company for the working of Nora's mine.
"What in the world does he mean?" "I guess he means he sat down in a hen's nest!" chuckled Paul, and this proved to be the case. Going around to the other side of the erected boards, the players and others saw a curious sight. Seated on the hay, his face, his hair, his hands, and his clothing a mass of the whites and yellows of eggs, was Carl Switzer.
A new bond of interest was binding the neighborhood together, and they spoke of it as they congregated in the church-yard before the service. Pearl sat inside and watched them as they talked together excitedly. Snatches of their conversation came to her. "Well-behaved people should stay with well-behaved people, I say" this was from Mrs. Switzer.
This is often done to get trick pictures. Mr. Sneed was shoveling away at the snow bank. His ears had been very cold, but suddenly seemed to have lost all feeling. He was rather surprised, then, when the act was over, to have Mr. Switzer rush up to him with a handful of snow and hold some over each ear. "Here! Quit that! What do you mean?" cried the grouchy actor.
This street led over to the interned German steamships at the Hoboken piers. "Great Scott!" ejaculated Mr. Pertell. "I might have known that if Switzer came anywhere near his German friends he'd be off having a confab with them. Go after him, somebody! It's only five minutes to train time, and it will take those Germans that long to say how-de-do to one another, without getting down to business."
"I'm not going home and you can't make me go home, either." He rejoiced inwardly to see how the portly shape of Switzer stiffened and swelled at the taunt. "I'm a citizen and I have a right to go where I please, dressed as I please, and you don't dare to stop me. I defy you to arrest me!" Suddenly he put both his hands in Patrolman Switzer's fleshy midriff and gave him a violent shove.
After a residence of two years abroad the young Switzer came back again to his native mountains, full of vigor, sound in mind and body, and amply prepared to enter upon any professional pursuit. He appears to have remained only a short time at home. The country village was little suited to the prosecution of his further designs.
On and on the frantic horses were driven, until finally Paul, who was on the seat beside Mr. Switzer, with Russ between them taking pictures, called out: "Hold on! Wait a minute. I think I hear voices!"
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