Peter B. Kyne

Peter B. Kyne

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Portrait of Peter B. Kyne Peter B. Kyne The Great Mono Miracle (1925)

He had lost his solemn, rather fierce visage, and appeared to have grown mild and melancholy, as if the sins of Lundy Diggings rested heavily on his soul. He was meek and lowly of spirit, indeed, and when Indian Pete announced his intention of spending a few days with him on the island, a smile of genuine pity fringed the parson’s mournful phiz. “Poor fools,” he muttered as if to himself, “blinded by abominations, they see not the error of their way.”
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Portrait of Peter B. Kyne Peter B. Kyne The Great Mono Miracle (1925)

The horrified Creaky and Truthful James exchanged a startled glance that said as plainly as words:
“The parson’s converted him. The toughest man in camp’s got religion.”
“Well” replied Truthful James, “the goings-on of that parson are certainly super-human. It does begin to look as if he had divine aid. Nevertheless, I still cling to my theory that religion and prohibition is for womenfolks and children. And I shall continue to think so, behavin’ myself as I doggone please, miracle or no miracle.”
“You know what he promised for tonight, if we didn’t reform” warned Indian Pete.
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Portrait of Peter B. Kyne Peter B. Kyne The Great Mono Miracle (1925)

But there could be no more breakfast for Colonel Jim Townsend. The casual reappearance of the soul-saver had shocked him fearfully, and he “streaked” it for the Pick and Drill saloon. It was necessary for the excellent Creaky to fill that worthy’s glass twice before the Colonel managed to gasp:
“Creaky! He’s back again!”
“No!” replied Creaky incredulously, and such was his agitation he let the whisky bottle crash to the floor.
“But I say ‘yes,’ Creaky” faltered the Colonel. “He’s eating breakfast this moment over at the hotel. Dog my cats, sir, I wonder if the fellow’s human?
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