Octavus Roy Cohen

Octavus Roy Cohen

Summary

Portrait of Octavus Roy Cohen Octavus Roy Cohen Three's a Crowd (1916)

Nine days is gone. I'm just ready to beat it back to Noo York. I aint said nothin'—an' I'm feelin' miserable. I goes out under the trees at night—an' then I seen 'em comin'. An' his arm is around her waist!
I seen red. I wanted to do murder right there—the darned Chauncey kid. But I figures if they love each other, it's O.K., but little Willie's on the job to watch.
He stops right on the other side of the tree from where I am, an' kisses her—an' she kisses him— Say, don't you never have a gun in y'r pocket w'en y' see the woman y' love kissin' another man, an' snugglin' close in his arms.
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Portrait of Octavus Roy Cohen Octavus Roy Cohen Three's a Crowd (1916)

There's as pretty a little tableau as you ever seen. A guy wit' a minister's coat an' a Bible—an' the mug of a bruiser—is standin' before Chauncey an' the girl. There's another woman in the room—she who opened the door f'r me—an' nobody else. Then I'm sure!
Phyllis an' Chauncey jumps apart.
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Portrait of Octavus Roy Cohen Octavus Roy Cohen Three's a Crowd (1916)

Y're run down. Things are lookin' bad—"
"Yeh!" I butts in. "Rotten! Here's me wit' two of the best hundred-and-twenty-two pounders in the city, and not a fight f'r a month. Honest, Doc, things is fierce!"
"I aint talkin' about business," he says, peevish. "I'm gassin' about y'r health."
I'M wise finally, an' the next day I pulls out on the Central. My ticket expires at a one-hoss burg called Harleyville, and I takes a hack f'r the farm he'd recommended as training quarters—no taxi being in sight.
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