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I'm ready now, and here comes Burt with his breech-loader. If you will go to your room now, you can see our shots." A moment later she stood with Johnnie at her window, both almost holding their breath in expectation as they saw the young men, with Alf following, steal toward a clump of evergreens behind the house.
But in whichever direction Emmy looked she was always brought back as by a magnet to Alf, who sat ruminantly beside her. To Alf's sidelong eye Emmy was looking surprisingly lovely. The tired air and the slightly peevish mouth to which he was accustomed had given place to the flush and sparkle of an excited girl. Alf was aware of surprise. He blinked.
You ain't 'arf been a bad ole sort, mate," and kissed her and turned away as she slipped back into the night where she belonged. Farther along in the crowd an Ordinary Seaman, tall and debonair and sleek of hair, bade osculatory farewell to a mother, an aunt, a fiancée and two sisters. "'Ere," finally interrupted his chum, "'ere, Alf, where do I come in?"
Parker said that he reckoned you and Alf better go over to Purdy to-morrow. Well, I must git back, for that grass is musterin' its forces every minute I'm away." I worried through the day, saw Guinea in a haze, heard her voice afar off, and at night I went to bed worn out and limp. Alf did not come up until some time after I lay down.
"Hello, boys," said a weak voice, which was unmistakably Alf Russell's. "Hello, Alf," said Si delightedly. "I'm so glad to see you. I've bin huntin' everywhere for you. What's happened to you? Badly hurt?" "Nothing, only the left side o' my head tore out," said Alf feebly. "Something struck me, probably a bomb-shell, just as I was going up the bank after you.
"Alf a mo!" said Eliza's gentleman friend next morning. He was waiting for her when she opened the door with pail and hearthstone in her hand. "Sorry you couldn't come out yesterday." "So'm I." Eliza swept the wet flannel along the top step. "What did you do?" "I 'ad a bit of a headache," said the gentleman friend. "I laid down most of the afternoon. What were you up to?"
I cried, with a start, for I had not dwelt upon that possibility; it had not occurred to me, so wrapt had I been in thinking of his own mental distress and the heart-breaking grief of his mother. "Do you really think so?" "I know it just as clear to me as that sunshine. Stuart's kin folks have got money and they'll spend every cent of it to put Alf on the gallows.
Confound it, Bill, can't a woman see that she's got a fellow on the gridiron? They can't even bear to see a hog suffer, but they can smile and look unconcerned while a man is writhing over the coals. I don't understand it." "Nor do I, Alf, but I've been over the coals I mean that I can well imagine what it is to be there."
You needn't worry about me being ... See, I like somebody else another fellow. He's on a ship. Nowhere near here. I only go with Alf because ... well, after all, he's a man; and they're scarce. Suppose I leave off going with him...."
And when he died in prison I didn't undeceive 'em." She took out her 'andkerchief, and while she was busy with it Bill Flurry got up and went out on tiptoe. Young Alf got up a second or two arterwards to see where he'd gone; and the last Joe Morgan and his missis see of the happy couple they was sitting on one chair, and George Hatchard was making desprit and 'artrending attempts to smile. Mr.
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