Pollock.
"My, what a handsome boy he was," said Miss Angie Miller.
"Do you really think so?" cried Mrs. Pollock. "I never could see
anything good looking about him,--except his physique. He has a
splendid physique, but I never liked his face. It's so--so--well,
so, raw-boned and all. I like smooth, regular features in a man.
I--"
"Like mine," interjected the pudgy Mr. Webster, with a very serious
face.
"David Strong has what I call a very rugged face," said Miss Miller.
"I didn't say it was pretty, Maude."
"He takes a very good photograph," remarked Mr. Hatch. "Specially
a side-view. I've got one side-view of him over at the gallery that
makes me think of an Indian every time I look at it."
"Perhaps he has Indian blood in him," suggested Courtney, who was
tired of David Strong.
"Well, every drop of blood he's got in him is red," said Charlie
Webster; "so maybe you're right."
"The most interesting item in the Sun tomorrow," said Mr. Pollock,
"is the word that young Cale Vick, across the river, has enlisted
in the navy. He leaves on Monday for Chicago to join some sort
of a training school, preparatory to taking a job on one of Uncle
Sam's newest battleships,--the biggest in the world, according
to his grandfather, who was in to see me a day or two ago. I have
promised to send young Cale the Sun for a year without charging him
a cent.
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