Colonel Starbottle's Client by Bret Harte
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seeking. "Well, I've seen you often enough, though you don't know me. My
name's Jo Corbin. I guess," he added, still discontentedly, "I have to consult you about something." "Corbin?" repeated the Colonel in his jauntiest manner. "Ah! Any relation to old Maje Corbin of Nashville, sir?" "No," said the stranger briefly. "I'm from Shelbyville." "The Major," continued the Colonel, half closing his eyes as if to follow the Major into the dreamy past, "the old Major, sir, a matter of five or six years ago, was one of my most intimate political friends,--in fact, sir, my most intimate friend. Take a chyar!" But the stranger had already taken one, and during the Colonel's reminiscence had leaned forward, with his eyes on the ground, discontentedly swinging his soft hat between his legs. "Did you know Tom Frisbee, of Yolo?" he asked abruptly. "Er--no." "Nor even heard anything about Frisbee, nor what happened to him?" continued the man, with aggrieved melancholy. In point of fact the Colonel did not think that he had. "Nor anything about his being killed over at Fresno?" said the stranger, with a desponding implication that the interview after all was a failure. |
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