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He Comes Up Smiling

He Comes Up Smiling

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HE COMES UP SMILING

HE COMES UP
SMILING

By

CHARLES SHERMAN

WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
ARTHUR WILLIAM BROWN

INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

COPYRIGHT 1912
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY

PRESS OF
BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS
BROOKLYN. N. Y.

HE COMES UP SMILING

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I The Beauty Contest
II
A Close Shave
III
Enter Mr. Batchelor
IV
And When I Dine
V
A Plan and a Telegram
VI
What Is Heaven Like
VII
Watermelon Yields
VIII
Gratitude Is a Flower
IX
On the Road
X
The Deserted House
XI
A Night's Lodging
XII
The Key to the Situation
XIII
Only to be Lost
XIV
Billy, Billy Everywhere
XV
Love in Idleness
XVI
A Thief in the Night
XVII
Alphonse Rides Away
XVIII
Oh, For a Horse
XIX
A Broker Prince
XX
The Seven O'Clock Express
XXI
Rich and Poor Alike
XXII
The Truth At Last
XXIII
Back to the Road
XXIV
The Poet or the Poodle
XXV
As He Said He Would

HE COMES UP SMILING

CHAPTER I

THE BEAUTY CONTEST

"You have a phiz on yer," said the Watermelon with rare candor, "that would make a mangy pup unhappy."

"I suppose you think yer Venus," sneered James, a remark that he flattered himself was rather "classy."

The Watermelon sighed as one would over the ignorance of a child. "No," said he, "hardly."

"Don't let that bloomin' modesty of yers keep yer from tellin' the truth," adjured James.

The Watermelon waved the possibility aside with airy grace. "With all due modesty, James," said he, "I can't claim to be a woman."

"Not with that hay on yer mug," agreed Mike, casting a sleepy eye upward from where he lay in lazy content in the long, sweet grasses under the butternut tree.

"When I was a kid, I took a prize in a beauty show," announced James, with pardonable pride.

"Swiped it?" asked the Watermelon.

"Dog show?" inquired Mike drowsily, listening to the pleasing drone of a bee in a near-by clump of daisies.

James

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