Identifier: mccluresmagazinev8mccl (find matches)
Title: McClure's magazine
Year: 1893 (1890s)
Authors: McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949
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Publisher: New York : S.S. McClure
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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m from the face ofa fool to the countenance of an old, wiseman, and he said in a strong voice : TheLord giveth and the Lord taketh away.Blessed be the name of the Lord ! I was—I am a minister of the Gospel. Leave himto me. Oh, you be, be you ? said the man. Then pray my son back to me ! Prayback a nine-thousand-dollar boat an a thou-sand quintal of fish. If youd left me alonemy widow could ha gone on to the Provi-dent an worked fer her board, an neverknown—an never known. Now Ill hev totell her. There aint nothin to say, said Disko.Better lie down a piece, Jason Olley. When a man has lost his only son, hissummers work, and his means of livelihood,in thirty counted seconds, it is hard to makeconsolation. All Gloucester men, wasnt they ? saidTom Piatt, fiddling helplessly with a dorybecket. Oh, that dont make no odds, saidJason, wringing the wet from his beard. Ill be rowin summer boarders araoundEast Gloucester this fall. He rolledheavily to the rail, singing : RUDYARD KIPLING. 347
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DRESSING DOWN ON THE WERE HERE. Happy birds that sing and fly-Round thine altars, O Most High ! Come with me. Come below ! saidPerm, as though he had a right to giveorders. Their eyes met and fought for aquarter of a minute. I dunno who you be, but Ill come,said Jason, submissively. Mebbe Ill getback some o the—some o the—nine thou-sand dollars. Perm led him into the cabinand slid the door behind. That aint Penn, cried Uncle Salters. Its Jacob Boiler, an—hes remembered Johnstown ! I never seed such eyes in anylivin mans head. Whats to do naow ?Whatll I do naow? They could hear Penns voice and Jasonstogether. 1 nen Penns wrent on alone, andSalters slipped off his hat, for Penn waspraying. Presently the little man came upthe steps, huge drops of sweat on his face,and looked at the crew. Dan was still sob-bing by the wheel. He dont know us, Salters groaned. Its all to do over again, checkers andeverything—an whatll he say to me? Penn spoke ; they could hear that it was 34§ CAPTA

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