. McClure's magazine. mountain to the sta-tion. All aboard!Hurry up, Ike! cried this young per-son, consulting hissilver watch, andcasting a look ofmingled commisera-tion and envy uponthe giant, locked inthe arms of the twowomen, who hardlyreached to the sec-ond button of hiscoat. Isaac caughtthe glance, and start-ed to tear himself MOVE ON, WILL YER ! 178 THE SILENT WITNESS. away. But his mother laid her gnarled the ideal country bumpkin; yet his head hand gently upon his arm, and led him into was not turned by the rumbling of the the unused parlor. pavements, the whiz of the electrics, the J
. McClure's magazine. mountain to the sta-tion. All aboard!Hurry up, Ike! cried this young per-son, consulting hissilver watch, andcasting a look ofmingled commisera-tion and envy uponthe giant, locked inthe arms of the twowomen, who hardlyreached to the sec-ond button of hiscoat. Isaac caughtthe glance, and start-ed to tear himself MOVE ON, WILL YER ! 178 THE SILENT WITNESS. away. But his mother laid her gnarled the ideal country bumpkin; yet his head hand gently upon his arm, and led him into was not turned by the rumbling of the the unused parlor. pavements, the whiz of the electrics, the Just a minute, Abbie dear, I want to blaze of the arc lights, nor by the hectic be alone with my boy, she waved the girl inhalations that seem to comprehend all back. Then you can have him last. Its the human restlessness of a city just be- my right an yourn! fore it retires to sleep. His breath came She closed the door, and led him under faster, and his great chest rose and fell; the crayon portrait of his father, fra
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