The Brown Mouse

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Quick Herbert. The Brown Mouse

CHAPTER I. A MAIDEN’S “HUMPH”

CHAPTER II. REVERSED UNANIMITY

CHAPTER III. WHAT IS A BROWN MOUSE

CHAPTER IV. THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

CHAPTER V. THE PROMOTION OF JENNIE

CHAPTER VI. JIM TALKS THE WEATHER COLD

CHAPTER VII. THE NEW WINE

CHAPTER VIII. AND THE OLD BOTTLES

CHAPTER IX. JENNIE ARRANGES A CHRISTMAS PARTY

CHAPTER X. HOW JIM WAS LINED UP

CHAPTER XI. THE MOUSE ESCAPES

CHAPTER XII. FACING TRIAL

CHAPTER XIII. FAME OR NOTORIETY

CHAPTER XIV. THE COLONEL TAKES THE FIELD

CHAPTER XV. A MINOR CASTS HALF A VOTE

CHAPTER XVI. THE GLORIOUS FOURTH

CHAPTER XVII. A TROUBLE SHOOTER

CHAPTER XVIII. JIM GOES TO AMES

CHAPTER XIX. JIM’S WORLD WIDENS

CHAPTER XX. THINK OF IT

CHAPTER XXI. A SCHOOL DISTRICT HELD UP

CHAPTER XXII. AN EMBASSY FROM DIXIE

CHAPTER XXIII. AND SO THEY LIVED —

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The great blade of the grading machine, running diagonally across the road and pulling the earth toward its median line, had made several trips, and much persiflage about Jim Irwin’s forthcoming appearance before the board had been addressed to Jim and exchanged by others for his benefit.

To Newton Bronson was given the task of leveling and distributing the earth rolled into the road by the grader – a labor which in the interests of fitting a muzzle on his big mongrel dog he deserted whenever the machine moved away from him. No dog would have seemed less deserving of a muzzle, for he was a friendly animal, always wagging his tail, pressing his nose into people’s palms, licking their clothing and otherwise making a nuisance of himself. That there was some mystery about the muzzle was evident from Newton’s pains to make a secret of it. Its wires were curled into a ring directly over the dog’s nose, and into this ring Newton had fitted a cork, through which he had thrust a large needle which protruded, an inch-long bayonet, in front of Ponto’s nose. As the grader swept back, horses straining, harness creaking and a billow of dark earth rolling before the knife, Ponto, fully equipped with this stinger, raced madly alongside, a friend to every man, but not unlike some people, one whose friendship was of all things to be most dreaded.

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There was a slight sensation in the audience, as if, as Con Bonner said about the knockdown, they hadn’t thought Jim Irwin could do it.

“Well,” said Con, “you’ve done well to hold your own.”

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