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Wilson, Harry Leon, 1867-1939

"Bunker Bean"

When the next
opportunity came she wouldn't get off so lightly, he could tell her
that. It was base, but it was thrilling. He would abandon himself. He
would take her hand and hold it the very first time they were alone
together. Well might she be afraid of him, as she had confessed herself
to be. She little knew!
It was, though, pretty light conduct on her part. It was possible that
he would not see her again. Perhaps a baggage like that would already
have forgotten him; would have treated the thing as trivial, an incident
to laugh about, even to regale her intimates with. Probably he had done
nothing more than make a fool of himself as usual. Votes for women,
indeed! He thought they should first learn how to behave properly with
young men who weren't expecting things of that sort.
"--this 'mount'll then become 'vailable f'r purpose shortenin' line an'
reducin' heavy grades," dictated the unconscious father of the baggage.
"I kissed that smug-faced little brat of yours last night," wrote Bean
immediately thereafter. He didn't care. He would put the thing down
plainly, right under Breede's nose.
"With 'creased freight earnin's these 'provements may be 'spected t' pay
f'r 'emselves," continued Breede.
"And I don't say I wouldn't do the same thing over again," Bean slipped
in skilfully.
He winced to think he might some day have a daughter of his own that
would "carry on" just so with young men who would be all right if they
were only let alone.


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