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He believed vaguely in a Power, which, with designs as to human destinies, manifests its intentions by fitful gleams, vouchsafed somewhat erratically. In this way Evie Colfax, as a beautiful, fairy-like child, had been revealed to him at the most critical instant of his life.
Neville Colfax was waiting to take me across the mountains. There is a story in every man's life, like the kernel in the shell of a hickory nut. I am ill acquainted with the arts of a biographer, but I seek to give in these pages little of the shell and the whole of the kernel of mine. 'Twould be unwise and tiresome to recount the journey over the bare mountains with my new friend and benefactor.
In the darkness and tumult of the storm we ought to force the pass. It is our best chance, sir." He spoke very earnestly, and the rest of the five nodded their assent. Adam Colfax was impressed, but he wished to have the endorsement of his lieutenants. "What do you say, gentlemen?" he asked, turning to them.
Do I have to listen to Clarence's horse talk for another hour? Tell me some gossip. Will you have some gumbo soup?" "Why do you listen to Clarence's horse talk?" said Virginia. "Why don't you make him go to work!" "Mercy!" said Mrs. Colfax, laughing, "what could he do?" "That's just it," said Virginia. "He hasn't a serious interest in life." Clarence looked sullen.
Clarence Colfax, resplendent in new evening clothes just arrived from New York, was pressing his claim for the first dance with his cousin in opposition to numerous other claims, the chatter of the guests died away. Virginia turned her head, and for an instant the pearls trembled on her neck. There was a young man cordially and unconcernedly shaking hands with her father and Captain Lige.
At last, with a gesture of disgust, he threw the cards face up on the table and smiled at the others. "What's the use?" he said. "I keep thinking of what happened at Devil's Hole. We ought to have been sure that we finished the job, an' we would have been sure if we hadn't known that that damned Colfax sheriff was hanging around somewhere.
It had been short shrift for Peter of Colfax that night had not John and Guy and another of his henchmen rushed into the room with drawn swords. "Ware! Sir Knight," cried the girl, as she saw the three knaves rushing to the aid of their master.
However helpless he might be in a court, he could be counted on to stand up stanchly in a personal argument. His retorts would certainly not be brilliant, but they surely would be dogged. Major Colfax had begun wrong. "I reckon ye've got no rights that I know on," said Tom. "I cleart the land and settled it, and I have a better right to it nor any man. And I've got a grant fer it."
He hasn't been heard of since the summer of '63. They think he was killed in Texas. But they are not positive. They probably never will be," I added. He was silent awhile. "Too bad!" he said. "Too bad. What stuff those men are made of! And so you want me to pardon this Colfax?" "It would be presumptuous in me to go that far, sir," I replied.
At the sound of their feet in the entry the door was flung open, and Virginia, with her hands out stretched, stood under the hall light. "Oh, Pa, I knew you would bring him back," she said. Captain Clarence Colfax, late of the State Dragoons, awoke on Sunday morning the chief of the many topics of the conversation of a big city.
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