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Did you ever think how much worse it might be with you and with us all?" In her heart, Christie was saying she did not think things could be much worse, as far as she was concerned; but she only looked at her sister, without speaking. "For, after all," continued Effie, "we are very well off with food and shelter, and are all at home together.
Finding her authority defied Christie left the rebels to their own devices, and sitting in a corner, began to think about her own affairs. But before she had time to get anxious or perplexed the children diverted her mind, as if the little flibberty-gibbets knew that their pranks and perils were far wholesomer for her just then than brooding.
She slipped into the chair set for her beside him, and was quite at home, for Bessie was a favorite in the same degree at Brook as Harry was at Beechhurst. Young Christie sat next to his friend and opposite to Bessie. They had many things to say to each other, and Bessie compared them in her own mind silently.
"When I'm aulder an' ye're younger." At this moment the four merchants, believing it useless to disguise their co-operation, returned to see what could be done. "We shall give you a guinea a barrel." "Why, ye offered her twenty-two shillings before." "That we never did, Mr. Miller." "Haw! haw!" went Flucker. Christie looked down and blushed.
"I knew when to bet, and get up and get " "Hush! D n it all. Don't you hear?" There was the sound of hurried whispers, a "No" and "Yes," and then a dead silence. Christie crept nearer to the edge of the slope in the shadow of a buckeye.
But the most imposing spectacles and the most difficult situation began to arise when the Governors, flanked by the brilliant scarlet of the Mounted Police, came to the farther North-West where the Indians retained much of their native dignity and barbaric splendour. This point was reached when Commissioners Governor Morris, Hon. W. J. Christie and the Hon.
A freighter told the owld man she was at Sheridan, an' so he started there overland, hopin' ter head off 'Black Bart. Oi reckon we could a towld mor 'n that." "What do you mean?" "Why shure, honey, what's the use tryin' ter decave me? Didn't Jack Keith, wid his own lips, tell me ye was Christie Maclaire?" "But I'm not! I'm not, Mrs. Murphy. I don't even know the woman.
It was not till he came down into the drawing-room before dinner on the day of the party that he began to feel excited and agitated. A good many of the guests were already present, he went up to one and to another, and then advanced to speak to Miss Christie, who was arrayed in a wonderful green gown, bought new for the occasion. "Mr. and Mrs.
"My friend" each called the other, and their friendship was a pure joy and satisfaction to them both. Christie carried everything to Brook hopes, feelings, fears as well as work even his mortification at Fairfield, against a repetition of which young Musgrave offered counsel, wisdom of the ancients. "It is art you are in pursuit of, not pomps and vanities? Then keep clear of Fairfield.
Thus Christie learned, like many another needy member of the gay profession, that though often extravagant and jovial in their way of life, these men and women give as freely as they spend, wear warm, true hearts under their motley, and make misfortune only another link in the bond of good-fellowship which binds them loyally together.
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