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id: 29284
title: An Encore
author: Deland, Margaret Wade Campbell
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  mother?" said Old Chester; and it looked sidewise at Miss North with Old Chester rocked with the Captain''s report of his call; and Mrs. Cyrus "Yes; you are," said Miss North; "but never mind; stay, if you want to." "Why, you know," said Mrs. Cyrus, with her light cackle, "your mother "I know it, my dear," said Mrs. North, meekly. "_Mary!_" cried poor Mrs. North; but the Captain, clutching his old felt Miss North said to herself with obvious common-sense--until Mrs. Cyrus too," said Mary North; "I think married ladies are apt to be coarse. "Mary, you are just as foolish as his daughter-in-law," said Mrs. North, impatiently. "Oh, but Mrs. North is far beyond middle age," said Cyrus, earnestly. In her pain and fright she said to Mrs. North that if that old man "Cyrus and Gussie can go and live by themselves," said the Captain,


id: 23485
title: The Old Man''s Bag
author: Crosland, T. W. H. (Thomas William Hodgson)
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  [Illustration: The old man went for a walk and took the bag with him.] [Illustration: The old man said "Chuck, chuck!" and the hen came to policeman looked very hard at the old man and very hard at his bag. "Now, sir," said the red policeman, "what have you got in that bag?" "Oh, you wicked old person," said the red policeman. "Did she open the bag and fly away?" said the old woman. "I am glad butter is cheap to-day," said the old woman to herself, and "You are a very foolish old woman," said the policeman. "New laid eggs are all very fine," said the old woman, "but butter is "Where is the roll of butter?" said the old woman. "And what shall I do with the bag?" said the old man. "You can do just as you please with the bag," said the old woman; "I am


id: 2737
author: Moldeven, Meyer
title:
  A Grandpa's Notebook Ideas, Models, Stories and Memoirs to Encourage Intergenerational Outreach and Communication


id: 10087
title: Old Lady Number 31
author: Forsslund, Louise
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  git yew inter the Old Men''s, an'' them extry tew cents''ll pervide fer me Old Men''s; an'' I''ll offer ter come an'' take keer o'' them air young ''uns arm and swung Abe''s figured old carpet-bag in her hand with the manner kitchen door of the Old Ladies'' Home even while Angy and Abe were Angy''s ears, or Brother Abe''s, or Blossy''s either, fer that matter, "Oh, hurry, Sister Angy and Brother Abe!" called Blossy. Abe, lemme bury him fer yew.'' Do yer all think I be a baby?" demanded "Ain''t yew a-goin'' ter shake hands?" inquired Abraham at last, wondering "Dew yew mean ter tell me, Abe Rose, that yew didn''t know that Aunt "Ter-morrer!" proclaimed Samuel; whereupon Abe looked a little dubious "Yew don''t drag me out o'' this station ter-night, Abe Rose. "But yer old beaver, Abe!" Angy protested. of Abe''s old eyes.


id: 34255
title: Comrades
author: Phelps, Elizabeth Stuart
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  "Who''d decorate Tommy, then?" demanded the old man. felt, all her married life, ever since she took him, the year-old baby of a year-dead first wife who had made Reuben artistically miserable; veteran was used to "decorating Tommy" on Memorial Day. He did not "Here they are, Reuben," said Patience Oak. "We''ll be decorating _him_, I guess, come next year," insisted old Mr. Succor. "I''d like to look at Reuben''s crop as we go by," remarked the blind Time, to the old, takes an unnatural pace, and Reuben Oak felt that the when it occurred to Patience that she took more care of Reuben than "Oh, just by loving, I guess," said Patience Oak. "We''ve marched along together a good while," answered the old man, all expected to come an'' decorate me to-day." Patience nodded, without "Tommy can''t march," added Reuben. and the temperature of a day created for marching men--old soldiers who


id: 32448
title: The Statue
author: Wolf, Mari
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  "Lewis," Martha said. We sat on the glassed-in veranda of our Martian home looking up at the "Lewis," Martha said, very softly. "You''ll have been here thirty-five years next week," he said. "Wait a minute, Lewis," Emery said. "I just wanted to be sure you''d be home," he said. But although the city looked like Earth, it smelled as dry and "I want to inquire about tickets to Earth," I said. "Do you mean," I said slowly, "that you wouldn''t sell us tickets even "Look," Martha said suddenly. "You can tell us later, Lewis," he said, "First we have a surprise for "Lewis," Martha said, "where are they taking us?" and a huge sign that said, "Happy Anniversary, Lewis and Martha." "Look at them, Lewis," Martha said softly. "You all know that this is an anniversary," John Emery said. "They''ve lived here on Mars for thirty-five years," John Emery said. "Lewis," Martha said slowly.


id: 59289
title: The Twilight Years
author: Drussai, Garen
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  Sydney Mercer stopped his pacing and listened; his head tilted time," he sighed with relief, "It''s Eleanor." He opened the door for "That''s the way I''ve been living this past year. Eleanor patted her husband''s cheek, and then looked past him into the He turned, with a slight shrug, to comply, and Eleanor started to fix with her eyes almost entirely on the T.V. Sydney gave it a glance or two as he set the table. They sat down to eat at the table in front of the screen, sitting side Eleanor got up and took the phone from his shaky hand. "Sydney, there''s so much you could be doing, now that you have time for "Do we have to watch it, tonight?" Sydney asked her almost bitterly. Sydney found himself watching the screen now, too. Sydney turned his head to the door. There was even time to turn to Ellie;


id: 57975
title: Excavating a Husband
author: Wallis, Ella Bell
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  a man as Captain Shannon must be," concluded Miss Katherine. to Miss Katherine''s going to view the place for rent. To Miss Katherine''s extreme delight Joseph was ready to move to Ocean Joseph''s remark grated upon Miss Katherine, and she made a very "They have never been recovered, Joseph," repeated Miss Katherine with But the next day Miss Katherine had the treasure searching problem "Ah, you observe Captain Shannon''s portrait," said Miss Katherine in a "You must come in to tea," said Miss Katherine to Mr. Murphy, who "You remind me somewhat of Captain Shannon," remarked Miss Katherine. passion with the Captain," explained Miss Katherine. "How are you feeling to-day, Mr. Murphy?" inquired Miss Katherine "She is a good and sensible woman," said Miss Katherine to herself. When Miss Katherine had bade Mr. Murphy good afternoon, on the day of In a couple of days Mr. Murphy informed Miss Katherine that he thought


