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Gene, I couldn't stand it. I had to come." "It's only that he didn't happen to be within hearing of the telephone bell," he assured her. But her steadfast, accusing eyes read more than that in his face, and her hands trembled on his arm. "I'm afraid, Gene, I'm afraid," she declared desperately. "Suppose suppose something has happened?" "It's absurd," and he attempted to laugh off her uneasiness.

"Pat Hawe with some of his tough deputies come to arrest Gene Stewart. They've got that poor little Mexican girl out there tied on a horse. Confound that sheriff!" Madeline calmly rose from the table, eluding Florence's entreating hand, and started for the door. The cowboys jumped up. Alfred barred her progress. "Alfred, I am going out," she said. "No, I guess not," he replied.

Why, here was 'Gene himself come in from cultivating corn right in the middle of the morning. Maybe he wanted a drink. He came up on the porch, without looking at her and went into the house. How heavy he walked. But then he always did. That was the trouble with his dancing. You had to step light, to be a good dancer. There was a crack of thunder again, nearer than the first one.

"He is all I have in the world now, Gene, except you. Already the hateful things have cost the lives of my father and my brother, and now if he Or you Oh, my God, it would kill me! I hate them, hate them!" She was shaken by a paroxysm of sobs. Mr. Wynne led her to a chair, and she dropped into it wearily, with her face in her hands. "Nothing can have happened, Doris," he repeated gently.

If I can get him, Gene Steward is the cowboy I want fer my foreman. He can manage this bunch of cow-punchers thet are drivin' me dotty. What's more, since he's fought fer the rebels an' got that name El Capitan, all the Greasers in the country will kneel to him. Now, Miss Majesty, we hevn't got rid of Don Carlos an' his vaqueros yet. To be sure, he sold you his house an' ranch an' stock.

To get a laugh, at any price, has become the ambition of most actors and the dream of managers. A young actress in a company that played an American translation of Mme. Sans Gêne all over this continent asked me recently what I thought of their performance.

Used to say he'd just as soon cut his grandmother's throat as chop it down. But Nelly, she's all housekeeper and she never did like the musty way the shade makes our best room smell. I never thought to see the day 'Gene would give in to her about that. He's gi'n in to her about everything else though.

They hardly knew whether to be angry or to laugh at the woman's blunt frankness. But Roy struck in with a question: "Wasn't Mr. Mortlake, accompanied by Harding, out here last night?" "Why, yes," said the woman, with perfect candor. "They stayed quite a while. Harding hed some business with Ike, an' " "An' Gene Mortlake said he'd like ter hev a look at yer aeroplane.

Although the majority of the UFO activity during the last half of 1955 and early 1956 centered in the Cincinnati area there were other good reports. Near Banning, California, on November 25, 1955, Gene Miller, manager of the Banning Municipal Airport and Dr. Leslie Ward, a physician, were paced by a "globe of white light which suddenly backed up in midair," while in Miller's airplane.

Napoleon looked up from his books and counted the clothes. "There is one sock missing," said he, sternly. "No," returned Sans Gene. "Half of each sock was washed away, and I sewed the remaining halves into one. One good sock is better than two bad ones. If you ever lose a leg in battle you may find the odd one handy." "How can I ever repay you?" cried Napoleon, touched by her friendly act.

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