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Thurston, I. T. (Ida Treadwell), 1848-1918

"The Bishop's Shadow"

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"No reg'lar place--no home?" questioned Theo.
"Nope."
"Well, I've paid rent up to the end of the month for the room I've
been sleepin' in, an' I shan't use it any more. You can sleep there
for nothin' for the next week if you like."
Carrots stopped short and gazed at his companion with his tongue in
his cheek.
"Think I'm a fool?" he asked, shortly.
"I do' know whether ye are or not. 'Seems to me you will be 'f ye say
'no' to my offer," and Theo looked straight into the shifty eyes of
his companion.
That straightforward look puzzled Carrots. It was more convincing than
any words. He studied Theo's face for a moment, then he burst out,
"What's your game, anyhow, Tode Bryan?"
"Carrots," exclaimed Theo, earnestly, "there's no game at all about
it. I've got the room, an' I don't need it, 'cause I've taken another
one. You're welcome to use this till the month's up. Now, what d'ye
say? Will ye take it or leave it?"
"I'll--take--it," rejoined Carrots, slowly.
"All right." Theo gave him the number, adding, "Come to my room
anytime 'fore ten for the key."
Then he hurried on, leaving Carrots in a maze of wonder, doubt and
indecision, for he could not yet believe that Theo meant honestly by
him.
As for Theo, he whistled cheerily as he hastened on, for he felt that
he had been doing a bit of his Captain's business.


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