. The Saturday evening post. th asplendid rosy garland of the stuff, stillwarm and odorous. Again the new knife of Merle was now widely diffused scent of Bologna This was seemingly futile; seemingly itgot them nowhere, for the newcomer againdemanded, Is that so? They seemed to have followed a viciouscircle. But in reality they were muchfarther along, for the mendicant had care-lessly worked himself to a point where hecould reach for the half circle of Bolognastill undivided, and the treasure was nowsnatched from this fate by the watchfullegal owner. Hold that! he commanded one of hisc
. The Saturday evening post. th asplendid rosy garland of the stuff, stillwarm and odorous. Again the new knife of Merle was now widely diffused scent of Bologna This was seemingly futile; seemingly itgot them nowhere, for the newcomer againdemanded, Is that so? They seemed to have followed a viciouscircle. But in reality they were muchfarther along, for the mendicant had care-lessly worked himself to a point where hecould reach for the half circle of Bolognastill undivided, and the treasure was nowsnatched from this fate by the watchfullegal owner. Hold that! he commanded one of hiscreatures, and rose quickly to his feet. Is that so? repeated the unimagina-tive newcomer. Yes, thats so! affirmed the Wilburtwin once again. I guess I got as much right here as yougot! This was a shifty attempt to cloudthe issue. No one hadfaintly questioned his rightto be there. Ho! Gee, gosh!snapped the Wilbur twin,feeling vaguely that thiswas irrelevant talk. Think you ownthis whole town, dontyou? demanded the, i Can Take Care of My Own Money for Me, Jldded the Speeding Capitalist reached the three watchers, and appearedto madden one of them beyond any re-straint of good manners. He sauntered toward them, pretendingnot to notice the banquet until he wasupon it. He was a desperate-appearingfellow—dark, saturnine, with a face of sul-len menace. Give us a hunk, he demanded. He should have put it more gently. Heshould have condescended a little to theamenities, for his imperious tone at oncedried a generous spring of was to regret this lack of a mere super-ficial polish that would have cost himnothing. Ho! Go buy it like we did! retortedthe host crisply. Is that so? queried the newcomer withrising warmth. Yes, thats so! Who says its so? I say its so! Ho! I guess I own it as much as whatyou do! The Wilbur twin knew perfectly that thiswas not the true issue, yet he felt com-pelled to accept it. For two beans Id punch you in theeye. Oh, you would, woul
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