The Trail of the White Mule: Beyond World's Classics
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The traffic officer was Irish too, and bigger than Casey, and madder. For all that, Casey offered to lick the livin' tar outa him before accepting a pale, expensive ticket which he crumbled and put into his pocket without looking at it.What I know about these here fancy city rules ain't sufficient to give a horn-toad a headache-but it's a darn sight more'n I care, Casey declaimed hotly. I never was asked what I thought of them tin signs you stick up on the end of a telegraft pole, to tell folks when to go an' when to quit goin'. Mebby it's all right fer these here city drivers-This'll mean thirty days for you, spluttered the officer. I ought to call the patrol right now-Get the undertaker on the line first! Casey advised him ominously.Traffic was piling up behind them, and horns were honking a blatant chorus that extended two blocks up the street. The traffic officer glanced into the troubled gray eyes of the Little Woman beside Casey and took his foot off the running board.Better go put up your bail and then forfeit it, he advised in a milder tone. The judge will probably remember you; I do, and my memory ain't the best in the world. Twice you've been hooked for speeding through traffic; and parking by fire-plugs and in front of the No Park signs and after four, seems to be your big outdoor sport. Forfeit your bail, old boy-or it's thirty days for you, sure.Casey Ryan made bitter retort, but the traffic cop had gone to untangle two furious Fords from a horse-drawn mail wagon, so he did not hear. Which was good luck for Casey.Why do you persist in making trouble for yourself? the Little Woman beside him exclaimed. It can't be so hard to obey the rules; other drivers do. I know that I have driven this car all over town without any trouble whatever.Casey hogged the next safety-zone line to the deep disgust of a young movie star in a cream-and-silver racer, and pulled in to the curb just where he could not be passed.All right, ma'am. You can drive, then. He slid out of the driver's seat to the pavement, his face a deeper shade of red than usual.For pity's sake, Casey! Don't be silly, his wife cried sharply, a bit of panic in her voice.You was in a hurry to git home, Casey pointed out to her with that mildness of manner which is not mild. I was hurryin', wasn't I?You aren't hurrying now-you're delaying the traffic again. Do be reasonable! You know it costs money to argue with the police.Police be damned! I'm tryin' to please a woman, an' I'm up agin a hard proposition. You can ask anybody if I'm the unreasonable one. You hustled me out of the show soon as the huggin' commenced. You wouldn't even let me stay to see the first of Mutt and Jeff. You said you was in a hurry. I leaves the show without seein' the best part, gits the car an' drills through the traffic tryin' to git yuh home quick. Now you're kickin' because I did hurry.Hey! Whadda yuh mean, blockin' the traffic? a domineering voice behind him bellowed. This ain't any reception hall, and it ain't no free auto park neither.Another traffic officer with another pencil and another pad of tickets such as drivers dread to see began to write down the number of Casey's car. This man did not argue. He finished his work briskly, presented another notice which advised Casey Ryan to report immediately to police headquarters, waved Casey peremptorily to proceed, and returned to his little square platform to the chorus of blatting automobile horns.

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The traffic officer was Irish too, and bigger than Casey, and madder. For all that, Casey offered to lick the livin' tar outa him before accepting a pale, expensive ticket which he crumbled and put into his pocket without looking at it.What I know about these here fancy city rules ain't sufficient to give a horn-toad a headache-but it's a darn sight more'n I care, Casey declaimed hotly. I never was asked what I thought of them tin signs you stick up on the end of a telegraft pole, to tell folks when to go an' when to quit goin'. Mebby it's all right fer these here city drivers-This'll mean thirty days for you, spluttered the officer. I ought to call the patrol right now-Get the undertaker on the line first! Casey advised him ominously.Traffic was piling up behind them, and horns were honking a blatant chorus that extended two blocks up the street. The traffic officer glanced into the troubled gray eyes of the Little Woman beside Casey and took his foot off the running board.Better go put up your bail and then forfeit it, he advised in a milder tone. The judge will probably remember you; I do, and my memory ain't the best in the world. Twice you've been hooked for speeding through traffic; and parking by fire-plugs and in front of the No Park signs and after four, seems to be your big outdoor sport. Forfeit your bail, old boy-or it's thirty days for you, sure.Casey Ryan made bitter retort, but the traffic cop had gone to untangle two furious Fords from a horse-drawn mail wagon, so he did not hear. Which was good luck for Casey.Why do you persist in making trouble for yourself? the Little Woman beside him exclaimed. It can't be so hard to obey the rules; other drivers do. I know that I have driven this car all over town without any trouble whatever.Casey hogged the next safety-zone line to the deep disgust of a young movie star in a cream-and-silver racer, and pulled in to the curb just where he could not be passed.All right, ma'am. You can drive, then. He slid out of the driver's seat to the pavement, his face a deeper shade of red than usual.For pity's sake, Casey! Don't be silly, his wife cried sharply, a bit of panic in her voice.You was in a hurry to git home, Casey pointed out to her with that mildness of manner which is not mild. I was hurryin', wasn't I?You aren't hurrying now-you're delaying the traffic again. Do be reasonable! You know it costs money to argue with the police.Police be damned! I'm tryin' to please a woman, an' I'm up agin a hard proposition. You can ask anybody if I'm the unreasonable one. You hustled me out of the show soon as the huggin' commenced. You wouldn't even let me stay to see the first of Mutt and Jeff. You said you was in a hurry. I leaves the show without seein' the best part, gits the car an' drills through the traffic tryin' to git yuh home quick. Now you're kickin' because I did hurry.Hey! Whadda yuh mean, blockin' the traffic? a domineering voice behind him bellowed. This ain't any reception hall, and it ain't no free auto park neither.Another traffic officer with another pencil and another pad of tickets such as drivers dread to see began to write down the number of Casey's car. This man did not argue. He finished his work briskly, presented another notice which advised Casey Ryan to report immediately to police headquarters, waved Casey peremptorily to proceed, and returned to his little square platform to the chorus of blatting automobile horns.

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Without going into a deep, psychological discussion of the elements in men's souls that breed events, we may say with truth that the Lazy A ranch was as other ranches in the smooth tenor of its life until one day in June, when the finger of fate wrote bold and black across the face of it the word that blotted out prosperity, content, warm family ties-all those things that go to make life worth while. Jean, sixteen and a range girl to the last fiber of her being, had gotten up early that morning and had washed the dishes and swept, and had shaken the rugs of the little living-room most vigorously. On her knees, with stiff brush and much soapy water, she had scrubbed the kitchen floor until the boards dried white as kitchen floors may be. She had baked a loaf of gingerbread, that came from the oven with a most delectable odor, and had wrapped it in a clean cloth to cool on the kitchen table. Her dad and Lite Avery would show cause for the baking of it when they sat down, fresh washed and ravenous, to their supper that evening. I mention Jean and her scrubbed kitchen and the gingerbread by way of proving how the Lazy A went unwarned and unsuspecting to the very brink of its disaster. Lite Avery, long and lean and silently content with life, had ridden away with a package of sandwiches, after a full breakfast and a smile from the slim girl who cooked it, upon the business of the day; which happened to be a long ride with one of the Bar Nothing riders, down in the breaks along the river. Jean's father, big Aleck Douglas, had saddled and ridden away alone upon business of his own. And presently, in mid-forenoon, Jean closed the kitchen door upon an immaculately clean house filled with the warm, fragrant odor of her baking, and in fresh shirt waist and her best riding-skirt and Stetson, went whistling away down the path to the stable, and saddled Pard, the brown colt that Lite had broken to the saddle for her that spring. In ten minutes or so she went galloping down the cou.

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In B.M. Bower's Jean of the Lazy A (1915) a beautiful and determined lady takes a job working for film director Robert Grant Burns. She agrees to be the heroine in his next film so as to earn enough money to clear her father from a charge of murder. Paperback, Edition: Large Print 16 pt, Format: Large Print, Label: ReadHowYouWant, ReadHowYouWant, Product group: Book, Published: 2012-06-14, Studio: ReadHowYouWant.

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