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"I thought I was alone," was Teola's answer. "So ye was," replied Tess. "I heard ye cryin' from the lower ledge of the rocks. What air the matter?" Infinite pity and tenderness in the coarse words, spoken in a sweet, persuasive voice, brought a fresh burst of tears from Teola. "I'm I'm ill to-day." "Ye'll be all right to-morry.... 'T'ain't much, air it?" "It is very much to me," whispered Teola.
"Father, dear," said Mary, drying, or struggling to dry her tears, "don't think of me, or of any of us, nor don't think of anything that will disturb your mind don't think of the, at any rate I'm very weak, but I'm not so hungry as you may think; if I had one mouthful of anything just to take this feelin' that I have inwardly, an' this weakness away, I would be satisfied that would do me; an' although I'm cryin' it's more to see your misery, father dear, an' all your miseries, than for what I'm sufferin' myself; but there's a kiss for you, it's all I have to give you."
I've been meanin' to tell you I don't come to church now; since my son was killed, I don't seem to 'ave the 'eart to go anywhere 'aven't been to a picture-palace these three months. Any excitement starts me cryin'." "I know; but you'd find rest in church." Mrs. Soles shook her head, and the small twisted bob of her discoloured hair wobbled vaguely. "I can't take any recreation," she said.
Enright brings over Benson Annie, who's blushin' some, but ain't holdin' back; an' she an' French fronts up for business. This yere preacher-sharp Enright's roped up is jest shufflin' for the deal, when, whatever do you reckon takes place? I'm a Mexican if this yere Sal don't come wanderin' in, a- cryin' an' a-mournin' powerful.
'E wouldn' tell nobody where 'e was goin'. Ain't cryin' about it, are yer?" "No," he answered, as she peered close to him in the darkness. "Only we'd built everything on Bill, hadn't we?" Tilda did not answer this question. "That's the way with Bill," she said loyally. "Folks never know 'is worth till they miss 'im.
"Didn't do nothin' but just look in the door, he held on to the jamb and I thought he was goin' to fall. Then he said he was much obliged, and he walked downstairs again and out the door cryin' like a baby, and I ain't seen him since." Another year passed.
Is this the Doctor speakin'?... Oh, this is Miss Gwendolyn's nurse, sir.... Yes sir. Well, Miss Gwendolyn's a little nervous to-day, sir. Not sick enough to call you in, sir.... But I was goin' to ask if you couldn't send something soothin'. She's been cryin' like, that's all.... Yes, sir, and wakeful " "A little hysterical yesterday," prompted Thomas, in a low voice.
She's always cryin' an' wringin' her hands, an' sighin', 'Oh, Keithie, Keithie, my poor boy, my poor blind boy! till it's enough to make a saint say, 'Gosh!" "Well, that's only showin' sympathy, Susan," defended Mrs. McGuire. "I'm sure she ought not to be blamed for that." "He don't want sympathy or, if he does, he hadn't ought to have it."
Burton, cryin' an' wringin' your hands an' moanin', 'Oh, Keithie, darling! won't make a boy grow red blood an' make you feel so fine you want to knock a man down! Mr. Burton, I want you to tell that woman to let me take care of that boy for jest one week ONE WEEK, an' her not to come near him with her snivelin' an' "
All of a sudden, as I was walkin', I smelt flowers, an' there on the hearth-stone was a rose-bush, all in bloom. I went up an' picked a rose, an' shook it in the baby's face to please it, an' then I heard a strange noise, that drowned out the wind in the chimney an' the baby's cryin'. It sounded like cattle bellowing, dreadful loud and mournful.
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