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Jim walked over to the window, then slowly back again. His clear gray eyes searched the kindly blue ones. "Uncle Denny, why do you suppose this thing happened to Pen?" The Irishman's voice was a little husky as he answered: "To make a grand woman of her. She's developed qualities that nothing else on earth could have developed in her.
Either you take the hundred and fifty dollars, and testify the way we want you to, or we'll find means to make you, and you won't get the money. And I'll say this, that we'll treat the Widow Lewis as fair as we can." "Which won't be fair at all!" burst out Denny. "Not at all!" "Well, what's your answer?" cried Kelly. "We can't stay here all night. Give him the money, Bruce.
Taking into consideration the material of which the army was composed and the total inefficiency of the quartermaster and the contractors, "it was a matter of astonishment to him," says Denny, "that the commanding general should think of hazarding, with such people, and under such circumstances, his reputation and life, and the lives of so many others, knowing, too, as both did, the enemy with whom he was going to contend; an enemy brought up from infancy to war, and perhaps superior to an equal number of the best men that could be taken against them."
It was during the afternoon performance, and the big tent was filled with women and children, when I went looking for Red Denny, the head canvas-man, who had walked off with my pocket-knife. "Passing by one of the dressing tents I glanced in through a hole in the canvas to see if I could locate him.
Young Denny's grave explanation of his quiet mirth caused him to look closer made him really wonder now what had been its cause. There was a frankly inquisitive question half-formed behind his lips, but when he turned to find Denny sitting stripped to the waist, waiting for the garments which he held in his hands, he merely stood and stared. Bobby Ogden had seen many men stripped for the ring.
"Freddie, you were only a tot then, but you could climb on my knee right smart. I guess you were always a romp." This last was plainly intended as a compliment, for Denny smiled at Freda as she handed him his steaming coffee.
She had no friends in Corinth save her patient at Judge Strong's, Mrs. Strong, the two doctors, Deborah and Denny. At home she had many friends. Then from the standpoint of her profession and Hope Farwell loved her profession her opportunities in the city with Dr. Miles were too great to be lightly thrown aside. But what of the girl?
Denny with his poor, crippled body, forever barred from the life his whole soul craved, yearning for books and study with all his heart, but forced to give the last atom of his poor strength in digging in the soil for the bare necessities of life, denied even a pittance to spend for the volumes he loved; Grace Conner marred in spirit and mind, as was Denny in body, by the cruel, unjust treatment of those to whom she had a right to look first for sympathy and help; and the nurse, who was sacrificing a successful and remunerative career in the profession she loved, to carry the burden of this one, who in the eyes of the world, had no claim whatever upon her.
"I had to see you, Still, because I promised Pen I'd go back over there tonight and tell her what your decision was." Jim caught up his hat. "I'll go!" But Uncle Denny laid his hand on Jim's arm. "No, me boy. Pen's had all she can stand tonight. I'll take her your word. What shall it be, Still?" Jim brought his fist down on the table. "Tell her, with her help, I'll keep up the fight!"
I dared not look up again, but I felt his scowl on me. I suppose that I deserved punishment for my eavesdropping. "And when can we get off, Charlie?" asked Denny, in his clear young voice. My thoughts had wandered from him, and I paused for a moment, as a man does when a question takes him unawares. There was silence at the next table also.
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