Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 26: what you’re looking at

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28 THE WRONG MAN. over the pile in the corner of his drawer, knowing well enough that there was none for him. “No, sir,” he replied, looking up, “there hasn’t any arroved yet.” “It's remarkably singular, remarkably singular,” said Mr, Perkins, heaving one boot over his knee again. “TI have an- ticipatingly expected that letter for two months, and it is still nolens volens.” 4 “Very true; disapp’intments awaits us in all vocations of life. I am very sorry—indeed I am, Mr. Perkins; but I do -not see how it can be helped—not at all.” _ _ “Who might it be, now, you expect a letter from?” asked Dodge, the peddler, in his most insinuating tones. “Some girl, eh ?” in a sepulchral voice. The teacher looked straight at the fire for a few minutes and then said, as if speaking to it: “My mother.” “Oh! ah! didn’t think—sorry,” said Dodge. “Not alarmed, I hope ?” Mr. Perkins drew out of his side-pocket about two yards of homespun linen, blew his nose vigorously upon it, wiped the corners of his eyes, then, dropping it in his lap, looked straight into the fire, and still talking to it, said : “Ite remarkably eingolar. I am troubled about it.” “Sorry, now, to hear it; don’t feel worried about my mo- , and know she doesn’t feel Worried about me; ‘cause why—we're both able to take care of ourselves,” said the “That’s more than some people can do, I fear,” said the shoemaker, speaking as if he held a most profound mystery locked up in his breast. All, including the schoolmaster, looked toward him, while he looked more dreadfully mysterj ous than ever. “Eh! what’s up, now—something new?” queried the peddler. E Whntie leappeiaiensiys thing set’ cutt" asked the post- master. “Remember, I hain’t said nothing,” said the shoemaker, gesticulating very earnestly, apparently a3 excited as if ac 4 + ergs eee Ae gory 0 ~—nothing at all.” cComichooksscom