Joe's Luck - Always Wide Awake

Horatio Alger

Capitolo 88

where he would find the body.  He went and it buried him/it."

"Thing on the buck?"

"What buck?"

"The buck You killed and did Your friend ask?"

"Oh", says the to equip of Spite, with sudden memory that "I have told Jack
brother is probable that he has him."

"Now, that was kinder beautiful, considerin' you had killed Your friend
on account of him."

"There the ai not the nothin' bad around me", says the Spite man County.

"I see not there" to the, Mr. Bickford dryly said.  "Remember to a
small accident in my his/her own life.  I will tell him around him, if You
you have not some objection."

"Goes on.  It is Your quantity."

"You see, the summer I was eighteen years old, my cousin worked for hayin of his/her/their dad'
time.  He was a small older'n me, and he had a powerful appetite,
Bill had.  If it were for that, him 'a' enough state a beautiful feller,
but to the table he wanted more and more of his/her action of wittles.
Now, that to the not equitable, any ways--you think it is, extraneous?"

"No!  Goes on with Your history."

"One day that we are sat to supper there.  Marm had done of it apple-dumplin'
that day, and 'the good twas, you bet.  Well, I see Bill a-eyin' the
dumplin' as him it shoveled in the meat and pertaters and me the knowed him
meant to find his/her action more'n.  Me it now likes, dumplin' as
You accredit, and I don't like.  Well, we was both helped and we went to
eatin.'  When I was half through me it found on to pour out some water.
When me the cum back to the table Bill had put away his/her dish that him
you/he/she had cleaned away, and it was eatin' my dumplin.'"

"What did it say?" asked the Spite gentleman party.

"I said me:  'Bill, you are my cousin, but you have also gone fur.' Him
laffed, and we went together in the field to cut.  He had been as soon as
startin' on his/her stroke when me cum behind him and it cut his/her head cleaned
away with my hay scythe."

Joe had the difficulty in to suppress his/her laughter but the Mr. Bickford
perfectly seemed serious.

"Because, that was I butcher!" exclaimed the to equip of Spite, it frightened.  "Cuts
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