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Now they were laughing at him in their sleeves, for Mr. Tutt enjoyed the reputation of never having defended a client who had been convicted of murder, and that spotless reputation was about to be annihilated forever. Though the defense had thirty peremptory challenges Mr.
"WRITTEN BY ARDELIA TUTT, "At the age of fourteen years, two months and eight days. "Oh Cat! Sweet Tabby cat of mine; 6 months of age has passed o'er thee, And I would not resign, resign The pleasure that I find in you. Dear old cat!" "Don't you think," sez Miss Tutt, "that this poem shows a fund of passion, a reserve power of passion and constancy, remarkable in one so young?"
However, the court found them all guilty, and the sow was publicly hanged in the market place." "What did they do with the three little pigs?" inquired Tutt with some interest. "They were pardoned on account of their extreme youth," said Mr. Tutt, "and turned loose again with a warning." "I'm glad of that!" sighed Tutt. "Is that a real case?" "Absolutely," replied his partner.
"This Injun who's after the woman is named Black Dog. The next mornin' Tutt saddles up an' rides off to one side of our camp, mebby it's a quarter of a mile, an' then gets offen his pony an' stands thar. We-alls don't onfold to the towerists the details of the deal, not even to the Injun's father-in-law.
"Then you say the law won't let me pay this money to Sadie Burch whether I am willing to or not?" asked Payson. "Not as executor. As executor you're absolutely obliged to carry out the terms of the will and disregard anything else. You must preserve the estate intact and turn it over unimpaired to the residuary legatee!" repeated Tutt. "But I am the residuary legatee!" said Payson.
He was vigorous, sprightly, bright-eyed and as hard as nails, even if somewhat resembling in his contours the late Mr. Pickwick. Mrs. Tutt was tall, spare, capable and sardonic. She made Tutt comfortable, but she no longer appealed to his sense of romance. Still she held him.
"When Peets goes up an' takes Texas's cup, the two debates together in a whisper, Texas lettin' on he's mighty hot an' furious. At last Peets says to him: "'Which I tells you sech a proposal is irreg'lar; but since you insists, of course I names it. My gent yere, goes on Peets to Boggs an' Tutt, 'wants to agree that the survivor's to be allowed to skelp his departed foe. Does the bluff go?
Can't you imagine him standing there in his rags the Weary Willy of the comic supplements gazing about him at the objets d'art, the old masters, the onyx tables, the statuary wondering where the pantry was and whether the housekeeper would be more likely to feed him or kick him out?" "Weren't any of the domestics about?" inquired Tutt. "Not one.
Tutt," said Tutt thoughtfully, as he dropped in for a moment's chat after lunch, "Oscar Wilde says, 'There is no essential incongruity between crime and culture."
"Just about a million times more than anybody else in the whole world, you old dear!" she whispered and rising upon her toes she kissed his wrinkled cheek. "Dear me! You really mustn't do that!" gasped Mr. Tutt. "Well," she retorted, "you can discharge me if you like. But first sit down, light a cigar and let me tell you something." Mr. Tutt did as he was bid, chuckling.
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