Down the Mother Lode by Vivia Hemphill
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anything in the statutes of the State of California which forbids my
pre-empting this small space on the highway? Is there any reason, if I am so inclined, that I should not teach my fellow-citizens the great moral lesson of the overthrow and debasement of genius by the demon rum? Am I not better employed than if in a stifling, tobacco-perfumed courtroom, beating law into the thick skull of a lawyer, who doesn't know Blackstone from white quartz? But, if you have four bits on you, and should ask me to join you - Ah, you have?" "Well," said the sheriff to Anthony, after they had vanished into a near bar, "I'll have to put you in the jug till court convenes." * * * * * Buckeye Pete was celebrating. He seemed to be suddenly flush with "dust" and was dispensing drinks with a liberality which soon brought him a numerous following. By midnight it was a well-mellowed assemblage. "Mignon, how long have you been dealin'?" "About tree, four mont', Monsieur." "I don't mean here. I mean altogether." "About six ye-ar, Monsieur." "You must be well off by this time. An' they say that you've earned it all workin', and that you're straight. Say, I'll marry you, if you say the word - " |
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