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'I don't want to be rude about your own flesh and blood Bess, but in a general way I detest versatile people, said Ida. 'What a queer girl you are, Ida! I'm afraid you have taken a dislike to Brian Walford, complained Bessie. 'No, said Ida, deep in thought, the two girls were standing at the hall-door, waiting for the carriage, 'it is not that. 'You like the idea of the other Brian better?
A broken whisper, strange as death: "MAN WHY DIDN'T YOU WAIT! BESS WAS " And Oldring plunged face forward, dead. "I killed him," cried Venters, in remembering shock. "But it wasn't THAT. Ah, the look in his eyes and his whisper!" Herein lay the secret that had clamored to him through all the tumult and stress of his emotions. What a look in the eyes of a man shot through the heart!
"Let's go and hang her now, anyhow," cried Reddy. "We'll take no half-way measures with old Queen Bess." But somehow the spice of the adventure seemed to have gone out of it. "It really would be dangerous now," said Grace. "She would be certain to hear of it and make it worse for all of us."
Please don't abuse my gods, and I will try to like yours, said Bess, beginning to think the West might be worth seeing, though no Raphael or Angelo had yet appeared there. 'That's a bargain! I do think people ought to see their own country before they go scooting off to foreign parts, as if the new world wasn't worth discovering, began Dan, ready to bury the hatchet.
"My girl's name was Elizabeth, but she's dead. She was a sight prettier than Lizzie Anderson that married Jim Ellison. But my girl married Tom Howland, and he ran away and left her, and that just before the baby was born. And her baby, Elizabeth Howland, was born the same day, I tell you, as Lizzie Ellison's baby. That one was named Elizabeth, too Elizabeth Ellison. That's Bess.
"Zey have found a man, who says a sailor on some island near here, wore a cap with ze name of your mozer's steamer," put in Inez, who, with the quickness of her race, had gathered those important facts. "Oh!" gasped Bess. "Don't build too much on it," interposed Jack. "It may be only a sailor's yarn." "It's all true, what I'm tellin' you, boss!" exclaimed the negro.
"But how can you leave him out?" questioned Bess. "Especially as you are going to ask Ida and others in that set." "I simply will not have him," insisted Cora, "and I don't care what any one thinks about it. He is too too impertinent to be polite, and I will not run the risk of having him offend some one."
Next they saw Brindle Bess, but Mary Jane didn't like her as well as the little pigs. She switched her tail and looked around at Mary Jane so pointedly that Mary Jane was really relieved when Grandfather slipped around and opened the door and let her wander out to pasture. "She's an awful big cow, isn't she, Grandfather?" said Mary Jane, as the cow ambled off.
"How do you steer?" asked Bess anxiously, for the big steamer with its cargo of summer folks seemed rather near. "I can steer here," and Cora turned a wheel amidships, "or one may steer at the bow. Suppose you take the forward wheel Bess, as I may, have enough to do to look after the engine." "Very well," acquiesced the girl, "but I hope I make no mistakes." "Oh you won't.
Also I made him send me plebeian carnations instead of violets for Belle Proctor's dinner Tuesday," said Bess, with covetousness in her eyes as she watched Matthew begin to unload his wheat. I wonder what Matthew's man, Hickson, at one twenty-five a month, thought of his master's coat when he began to brush the chaff out of its London nap.
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