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Creator: Beach, Rex Ellingwood, 1877-1949
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man were choking him; he decided his collar was too tight. "Oh, I've talked it all over with Jean. She doesn't want Culver to run, anyhow." "Why not?" inquired he, suspiciously. "I don't know, I'm sure." "If Miss Chapin doesn't want Culver to run, you surely wouldn't want me to." "Not at all. If Mr. Covington knew the facts of the case, he would be only too happy to do it. And, you see, _you_ know the facts." Speed was about to shape a gracious but firm refusal of the proffered honor when Still Bill Stover appeared at the steps, doffed his faded Stetson, and bowed limply. "Mornin', Miss Blake." To the rear Speed saw three other men--an Indian, tall, swart, and saturnine, who walked with a limp; a picturesque Mexican with a spangled hat and silver spurs, evidently the captor of Lawrence Glass on the evening previous; and an undersized little man with thick-rimmed spectacles and a
Tales of the Five Towns

TALES OF THE FIVE TOWNS By ARNOLD BENNETT * * * * * First published January 1905 * * * * * TO MARCEL SCHWOB MY LITERARY GODFATHER IN FRANCE * * * * *
heavy-hanging holster from which peeped a gun-butt. All were smiling pleasantly, and seemed a bit abashed. "Good-morning, Mr. Stover," said Helen, pleasantly. "This is Mr. Speed, of whom I spoke to you yesterday." Stover bowed again and mumbled something about the honor of this meeting, and Miss Blake cast her eyes over the other members of the group, saying, graciously: "I'm afraid I can't introduce your friends; I haven't met them." The loquacious foreman came promptly to the rescue, rejoicing in an opportunity of displaying his oratorical gifts. "Then I'll make you acquainted with the best brandin' outfit in these parts." He waved a long, bony arm at the Mexican, who flashed his white teeth. "This Greaser is Aurelio Maria Carara. Need I say he's Mex, and a preemeer roper?" Carara bowed, and swept the ground with his high-peaked head-piece. "The Maduro gent yonder is Mr. Cloudy. His mother being a Navajo squaw, named him, accordin' to the rights and customs of her tribe, selecting the title of Cloudy-but-the-Sun-Shines, which same has proved a misnomer, him bein' a pessimist for fair." Miss Blake and her companion smiled and nodded, at which Stover, encouraged beyond measure, elaborated.