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Lincoln, Joseph Crosby, 1870-1944

"Cap'n Warren's Wards"

Dunn's desk. The photos
were those of young ladies.
"Friends of yours?" inquired the captain, nodding toward the
photographs.
"No." Dunn took the photos from the rack and threw them into a pigeon
hole. "Look here," he said, pointedly, "I wouldn't hurry you for the
world, but--"
He paused. Captain Elisha did not take the hint. His mind was evidently
still busy with the vanished photographs.
"Just fancy pictures, I s'pose, hey?" he commented.
"Doubtless. Any other little points I can give you?"
"I guess not. I thought they was fancy; looked so to me. Well, about
that private matter. Mr. Dunn, I come to see you about an automobile."
"An automobile!" The young man was so astonished that he actually
removed his feet from the desk. Then he burst into a laugh. "An
automobile?" he repeated. "Captain, has the influence of the metropolis
made you a sport already? Do you want to buy a car?"
"Buy one?" It was Captain Elisha's turn to show irritation. "Buy one
of them things? Me? I wouldn't buy one of 'em, or run one of 'em, for
somethin', _I_ tell you! No, I don't want to buy one."
"Why not? Sell you mine for a price."
"Not if I see you fust, thank you. No, Mr. Dunn, 'tain't that. But
one of the hired help up to our place--Caroline's place, I mean--is in
trouble on account of one of the dratted machines.


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