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"Be'n a-lookin' fer you, Mr Harkless," he said in a shaking spindle of a

voice, as plaintive as his pale little eyes "Mother Wimby, she sent some

roses to ye Cynthy's fixin' 'em on yer table I' to co, early,

we see some the Cross-Roads folks pass the place towards town, an' she

sent h Says she, 'He's too much

of amen always 'low

nothin' on earth kin hurt 'em,' says she, 'but you tell him to be

keerful,' says she; an' I see Bill Skillett an' his brother on the Square

lessun a half-an-hour ago, 'th my own eyes I won't keep ye from yer

breakfast--Eph Watts is in there, eatin' He's coin' hiot to look out fer"

He limped away The editor waved his hand to him from the door, but the

old fellow shook his head, and esture with his

arm

Harkless usually ate his breakfast alone, as he was the latest riser in

Plattville (There were days in the winter when he did not reach the hotel

until eight o'clock) Thishe found a bunch of white roses, still

ith dew and so fragrant that the whole rooed in a bowl on the table, and, at his plate,

the largest of all with a pin through the steirl "Thank you, Charmion," he said "That's

very pretty"

She turned even redder than she alas, and answered nothing,

vigorously darting her brush at an iinary fly on the cloth After

several minutes she said abruptly, "You're welco sigh Astonished,