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Ham Dalton's place was the one the man had directed him to, and Hicks, I after engaging the best rooms in the house for seventy-five cents, scrubbed a little of the dust of travel from his person and went down to the bar and gambling room.
They were almost at the end of the fence by this, and the pickets were sharp and rather high, or he would have climbed them. Cynthia paused hesitatingly. "I'll come at two o'clock to-morrow," said he; "We're going on a picnic to-day, to Dalton's Bend, on the river. I wish I could get out of it." Just then there came a voice from the gateway. "Bob! Bob Worthington!" They both turned involuntarily.
At the mention of Ernest Dalton's name a faint pink colour rose steadily into her face. "He came and spent three months with us, but did little good in the way we had hoped he could, but he was kind and consoling in another way. He gave poor mamma great comfort while he remained; when he left they sent me to Notre Dame, I don't know why, although it proved a great blessing in the end.
"He doesn't hear me," she added, again putting her hand in a distracted manner upon Dalton's gray hair; "no, no; but since it can't be so, there's not a minute to be lost. Oh, take him away, now," she proceeded, "take him away while they're asleep, an' before his wife and daughter comes home take him away, now; and spare him spare them spare them all as much sufferin' as you can."
And then Hugh Dalton's eye fell upon the pouting boy, whose arm he had, in the anguish of his remembrance, pressed too roughly, and he caught him to his bosom, and blessed him with all his heart and soul. Little Con crept round, and, seeing where her brother's arm was still red, held it to her grandfather's lip, saying, "Kiss, kiss it, and make it well."
"Well, there's Love in the garden," he was daring his sparkling eyes tried to hold hers and failed. She was looking straight beyond him to where Randy stood, by a window, tall and thin with his Indian profile, and his high-held head. "We are going to have watermelons in a minute," was her romantic response to Dalton's fire. "You'd better stay and eat some." "I don't want to eat.
Madge is not learned in the arts of a city life; the accomplishments of a man-of-the world are almost new to her; she listens with eagerness to Dalton's graphic stories of foreign fêtes and luxury; she is charmed with his clear, bold voice, and with his manly execution of little operatic airs. She is beautiful, that wife who has made your heart whole by its division, fearfully beautiful!
Lettice had sportively written this in her diary, and had scribbled it out again; but it represented fairly enough the kind of ideas which Brooke Dalton's sister and cousin had busily instilled into her mind.
A standard authority in legal procedure in England, recognized in witchcraft prosecutions in the New England colonies, was Dalton's Country Justice, first published in 1619 in England, and in its last edition in 1746.
Aunt Claudia was away for three weeks. "I wish she would come home," young Paine said one morning to his mother. "Why?" Caroline Paine was at her desk with her mind on the dinner. "Why, Randy?" "Oh, Dalton's going there a lot." Mrs. Paine headed her list with gumbo soup. "Do you think he goes to see Becky?" "Does a duck swim? Of course he goes there to see her, and he's turning her head."
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