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I'll always be Joey, I suppose, to most of them. But I I thought Blair was different, you know. And the sobs get the best of the argument. I glances over at Vee puzzled, and Vee shrugs her shoulders. We drifts back as far as the door. "Poor Joey!" says Vee. "Is it straight," says I, "about her and Blair?" Vee nods. "Only he doesn't know," says she. "Then it's time he did," says I.
"I don't know," shivered Ella, "but, Jim, wan't it awful? Mis' Blair brought a white wreath everlastin's!" One by one the days passed, and Jim and Ella ceased to tremble every time the old woman opened her lips. There was still that fearsome thing in the attic, but the chance of discovery was small now. "If she <i>should</i> find out," Ella had said, "'twould be the end of the money fer us."
Rufus P. Ranney, one of the most profound jurists this country has produced, was born at Blandford, Massachusetts, October 30, 1813. His father, Rufus Ranney, was an honest, industrious farmer, of Scotch descent. His mother, whose maiden name was Dottie D. Blair, came from revolutionary stock. About the year 1822, Rufus Ranney removed with his family to Ohio.
General Blair was ordered to break up this railroad, forward to the point where it crossed the Santee, and then to turn for Columbia. On the morning of the 13th I again joined the Fifteenth Corps, which crossed the North Edisto by Snilling's Bridge, and moved straight for Columbia, around the head of Caw-Caw Swamp.
Scotty searched his brain for something relevant and impersonal, but nothing suggested itself. "Ben Blair," he ventured, "I like you." "Thank you," said Ben. They were silent for a long time. Pedestrians, singly and in pairs, sauntered past on the walk. Vehicle after vehicle scurried by in the street. At last a team of brown thoroughbreds, with one man driving, drew up in front of the house.
"What is it?" demanded a quavering feminine voice. "Who's there?" "Nannie! Darn it, why doesn't somebody answer the bell in this house? Is Elizabeth " His voice died in his throat. "Oh, Blair! Is that you? You scared me to death," Nannie called down. "What on earth is the matter?" "Is is Elizabeth here?" "Elizabeth? No; of course not! Where is she?" "If I knew, would I be asking you?"
During the sojourn at Difficult Creek Governor Blair visited the camp. He rode over in the morning on horseback and made an odd-looking appearance in his citizen's suit and well-worn silk hat. He remained all day, made a speech to the soldiers and after supper took an ambulance and was escorted by Colonel Alger and myself back to Washington, fourteen miles away.
Ben could see. "All right, then." And the little girl stood at attention, very prim, apparently very watchful, toes touching the line. The nature of Benjamin Blair was very direct. The first time he passed, he dropped the handkerchief and proceeded calmly on his journey.
Nannie, the 'fraid- cat of twenty years ago, afraid still of thunder-storms and the dark and Sarah Maitland, and what not, Nannie, when it came to defending Blair, had all the audacious courage of love. "He is not lazy, he is not useless; he is he is " Nannie stammered with angry distress; "he is dear, and good, and kind, and never did any harm in his life. Never!
When they had exhausted it, why, then, David's income from his profession would be large enough; large enough even if she blushed nobly, sitting there alone looking into the fire; "even if!" Thinking this all out, absorbed and joyous, a little jealous because this practical idea had come to Nannie and not to her, she did not hear Blair enter.
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