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Walked well and stoutly God be praised! and prepared a whole bundle of proofs and copy for the Blucher to morrow; that damned work will certainly end some time or other. As it drips and dribbles out on the paper, I think of the old drunken Presbyterian under the spout. March 26. Despatched packets. Colonel and Captain Ferguson arrived to breakfast.
Hilliard quite agreed with her husband; and accordingly, the next day, Gregory informed Mr. Ferguson that he would accept the three months' pay, and his discharge; and should, at any rate for a time, remain in Alexandria. "I think you are right, Hilliard. There will be lots of opportunities here for a man who knows the language as you do. If you like, I will speak to Mr. Ross.
"Oh, you can drink yours black if you want to, little girl," he grinned; "but, remember 'way back when we were first married and I was bossing camps for old Jimmie Ferguson, and we lived in log shacks 'way up in the big woods, I used to say if we ever got where we could have cream for our coffee, I'd have nothing else to ask for?
These, as Ferguson * says, are the traits that "divide mankind into the able and the mediocre, the brilliant and the dull, and they determine the progress of civilization more directly than do the simple fundamental powers which man has in common with the lower animals."
Ferguson," said Flossy, with the air of a duchess, as she accepted the chair which the manager offered her; "but I have a good reason for coming to you. I think that a young lady called Cynthia West was once acting at this theatre? To put my question in plain words Do you know anything about her?" The manager sneered a little. "A good deal," he said. "Oh, yes she was here!
He was not analytical; he did not know why; but he knew that with her he could travel to the end of the earth. He felt a distaste for his profession, and a temptation to throw it all over and strike out for the Klondike whither she was going; then he glanced up the beetling side of the ship, saw the red face of Thad Ferguson, and forgot the dream he had for an instant dreamed. Splash!
The doctor examined the document very deliberately, during a painful pause. Then he said, without any show of interest: "Ah Ferguson what what did you say was the name of the party who wrote this?" "Christopher Colombo! ze great Christopher Colombo!" Another deliberate examination. "Ah did he write it himself; or or how?" "He write it himself! Christopher Colombo!
I guess you know what Galt House is? That's where women like me can go when we get all played out and there's nothing left in the game it's on River Street. Maybe you've been there." Hodder nodded. "Well," she continued, "Ferguson pays a lot of money to keep that going, and gets his name in the papers. He hands over to the hospitals where some of us die and it's all advertised.
But Ferguson tied rags and handkerchiefs together till he made a rope long enough to lower a vessel to the bottom, and we drank and then rode on; and in a short time we dismounted on those shores which the feet of the Saviour have made holy ground.
He says he was on his way over to the Two Diamond, for a job." The young man opened his lips slightly. "Stafford hire you?" he asked. "I'm hopin' he does," returned Ferguson. The young man's lips drooped sneeringly. "I reckon you're wantin' a job mighty bad," he said. Ferguson smiled. "Takin' your talk, you an' Stafford ain't very good friends," he returned. The young man did not answer.
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