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The Seventh Noon

Creator: Bartlett, Frederick Orin
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despairing snap. "Drive anywhere," he ordered the driver. "Only get out of this." He turned to the boy. "Are you hurt?" "No. Are youse?" "Not a mite. Where were you bound?" "Home." "Where is that?" The boy gave an address and Donaldson repeated it to the driver. "I 'll go along with you and see that you don't block any more traffic." "Gee. I never saw the rope." "That's because you were in a hurry. It does n't pay to hurry life at all. Not a second."
The World\'s Best Poetry, Volume 3 Sorrow and Consolation

THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY I Home: Friendship VI Fancy: Sentiment II Love VII Descriptive: Narrative III Sorrow and Consolation VIII National Spirit IV The Higher Life IX Tragedy: Humor V Nature X Poetical Quotations * * * * * THE WORLD'S BEST POETRY
"But the comp'ny can fire yer in a hurry if you don't hurry." "A company can hurry because it hasn't a soul. You have. Keep it." Donaldson felt as though he had found an old friend. It seemed now a month ago since he had wandered through the stores with this boy. The latter recalled again something of the spirit of those hours. "Say," asked Bobby, "h'ain't yuh spent all yer coin yet?" "No. I have n't had time to spend more than a few dollars since I left you. I ought to have hung on to you as a mascot." "It's a cinch. I c'u'd a-helped yuh if yer 'd follered me. Me ten spot's gone." "How'd you do it?" "Huh? Yuh talks as though a feller'd have to hunt round an' find a hole to drop it inter. Dere 's allers one that's handy, 'n' that's th' rent hole." "That does n't come on you, does it? Where's your Daddy?" "Dead," answered the boy laconically.