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[Illustration: He drank deeply, then struggled to a sitting posture,
his face whitening beneath its tan.]
ANYTHING ONCE
BY DOUGLAS GRANT
AUTHOR OF "THE SINGLE TRACK," "BOOTY," "THE FIFTH ACE," ETC.
Frontispiece by PAUL STAHR
[Illustration]
NEW YORK
W. J. WATT & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY W. J. WATT & COMPANY
PRESS OF BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOK MANUFACTURERS BROOKLYN, N. Y.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. A Roadside Meeting 1
II. Partners 17
III. The Vendor Of Everything 41
IV. Under The Big Top 55
V. Concerning An Omelet 69
VI. The Red Note-Book 83
VII. Revelations 99
VIII. Journey's End 118
IX. The Long, Long Trail 138
ANYTHING ONCE
CHAPTER I
A Roadside Meeting
The white dust, which lay thick upon the wide road between rolling
fields of ripened grain, rose in little spirals from beneath the heavy
feet of the plodding farm-horses drawing the empty hay-wagon, and had
scarcely settled again upon the browning goldenrod and fuzzy milkweed
which bordered the rail fences on either side when Ebb Fischel's
itinerant butcher-jitney rattled past. Ebb Fischel's eyes were usually
as sharp as the bargains he drove, but the dust must have obscured his
vision. Otherwise he would have seen the man lying motionless beside the
road, with his cap in the ditch and the pitiless sun of harvest-time
caking the blood which had streamed from an ugly cut upon his temple.
But the meat-cart jolted on and out of sight, and for a long time
nothing disturbed the stillness except the distant whirring of a reaper
and nearer buzzing of a fat, inquisitive bluebottle fly, which paused to
see what this strange thing might be, and then zoomed off excitedly to
tell his associates.
At length there came a dry rustling in the tall standing wheat in the
field on the opposite side of the road, and a head and shoulders
appeared above the topmost fence-rail. It was a small head covered with
tow-colored hair, which had been slicked back and braided so tightly
that the short, meager cue curled outward and up in a crescent, as
though it were wired, and the shoulders beneath the coarse
blue-and-white striped cotton gown were thin and peaked.
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