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The Idyl Of Red Gulch
by
Tommy whipped out his new pocketknife, and, cutting a branch from a tall azalea bush, returned with it to Miss Mary.
“All right now?”
“All right.”
And the stage door closed on the Idyl of Red Gulch.
Tommy whipped out his new pocketknife, and, cutting a branch from a tall azalea bush, returned with it to Miss Mary.
“All right now?”
“All right.”
And the stage door closed on the Idyl of Red Gulch.