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That old white horse was tied to the hitching-post in front of Trennery's Grocery Store, with his nose deep in a feed-bag. While the Toyman was talking to Mr. Trennery Mr. Will Trennery, and his brother Lish Marmaduke sat on the seat of the buggy and watched the people. There were a lot of them, more than he ever saw on the farm, all at one time. There must have been almost fifty on the street.
We found him in the gray of dawn crouched doubled in the bow and frozen stiff. The boy, Lish Dickery, was the second to go. The other boy, Benny Hardwater, lasted ten or a dozen days. So bitter was it in the boat that our water and beer froze solid, and it was a difficult task justly to apportion the pieces I broke off with Northrup's claspknife.
The furniture, the paintings, and bric-a-brac were of the very best, chosen with care, here and abroad. "Oh, dear!" sighed the girl. "I do hope Mr. Graves will be well enough to call to-day. He expected to. Except for the telephone message telling us that that man at Denboro " "Our dear Uncle Elisha," put in Stephen, with sarcasm. "Uncle ''Lish! Heavens! what a name!" "Hush!
Did I ever tell you that story about the slide in Rickets Gulch?" asked the Honourable Brush Bascom. But first let me make you acquainted with Mr. Humphrey Crewe of Leith. Mr. Crewe has come down here with the finest lot of bills you ever saw, and we're all going to take hold and put 'em through. Here, Lish, I'll give you a set." "Read 'em, Mr. Jane," urged Mr. Crewe.
The three men had disappeared; but there was a sudden shout, the sound of scuffling, the deep voice of Brother Seabright saying, "Back, there, will you! Hands off!" and a pause. She could see nothing; she listened in every pulse. Then the voice of Brother Seabright arose again quite clearly, slowly, and as deliberately as if it had risen from the platform in the chapel. "Lish Barker!
An', says Dave, 'if any one was to ask you to figure out a pattern of the meanist human skunk you was capable of thinkin' of, wouldn't it honest, now! Dave says, 'honest, now wouldn't it be 's near like 'Lish Harum as one buckshot 's like another?" "My!" exclaimed Mrs. Cullom. "What did Mr. Smith say to that?" "Wa'al," replied Mrs. Bixbee, "he didn't say nuthin' at fust, not in so many words.
Wa'al, the long an' the short on't was that 'Lish got goin' down hill ev'ry way, health an' all, till he hadn't nothin' left but his disposition, an' fairly got onter the town. The' wa'n't nothin' for it but to send him to the county house, onless somebody 'd s'port him.
"You'd better go home and get to bed, Jerry," she said kindly. "The men are going to start as soon as it's light enough, and you'd ought to get a good sleep first." Jerry slipped through the door without replying. Indeed he had hardly spoken since he had uttered his threat against 'Lish Snooks.
But I want you to go back an' say to 'Lish Harum that you've seen me, an' that I told you that not one cent of my money nor one mossel o' my food would ever go to keep him alive one minute of time; that if I had an empty hogpen I wouldn't let him sleep in't overnight, much less to bunk in with a decent hog.
There's that story about 'Lish, over to Whitcom you heard somethin' about that, didn't ye?" "Yes," admitted the widow, "I heard somethin' of it, I s'pose." "Wa'al," said Mrs. Bixbee, "you never heard the hull story, ner anybody else really, but I'm goin' to tell it to ye " "Yes," said Mrs. Cullom assentingly. Mrs.
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