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Colonel Buell also called my attention to the fact that in none of Paul Jones's letters to Joseph Hewes is there any reference to the North Carolina Jones family; and further, that Jones and Hewes became acquainted in commercial transactions before Jones settled in America. VII. Search for Historical Evidence
Women ought to be happy care-free, not shut up in sick rooms or running around in the rain." "Oh, you men, how little you know what makes a woman happy." She stopped, and half rose from her chair. "Captain Hewes is coming." "I don't know that I am glad, Drusilla," the Doctor turned to survey the beaming officer, "for now you won't have eyes or ears for me." But she was glad.
McKenzie had always admired Drusilla, but tonight his attention was rather more than usual fixed upon her by a remark which Captain Hewes had made when the two men had stood alone together watching the dancers. "I have seen very little of American women but to me Drusilla Gray seems the supreme type." "She is very attractive." "She is more than that.
Jones accordingly went in for the highest prize within his reach, and with the instinct of the true sportsman served well the side he had for the time espoused. Soon after the battle of Lexington Jones wrote a letter to Joseph Hewes, sending copies to Jefferson, Robert Morris, and Livingston. "I cannot conceive of submission to complete slavery.
It was an old tune, but the words were new to Captain Hewes as the girl chanted them, in that repressed voice that yet tore the heart out of him. "He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat, He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat, Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant my feet, Our God is marching on " The Captain sat on the edge of his chair.
Derry asked, as he found a chair for her and drew his own close to it. "No, I am not tired," she told him, "but I hate to think that Captain Hewes must go." "I'd give the world to be going with him." Her hands were clasped tightly. "Would you give me up?" "You? I should never have to give you up, thank God. You would never hold me back." "Shouldn't I, Derry?" "My precious, don't I know?
Bide a bit till I can parley with both thy captain and Hewes, who is not an ill fellow if one handleth him gingerly." "Gingerly goeth not smoothly with peppery, and 't is but half the truth to call our captain that," said Bridges with a dry smile, as Conant passed him to reach Standish who was marshaling his men upon the sands.
Jean gazed at her with something like horror. Glorious! How could Drusilla go on, like Werther's Charlotte, calmly cutting bread and butter? Captain Hewes loved her, anybody with half an eye could see that and whether she loved him or not, he was her friend and she called his going "glorious!" "I was afraid my wound might put me on the shelf," the Captain said.
"Poor man. I'm glad you ran away from it all for a minute with me. Captain Hewes thought he might be able to come. But I haven't heard from him, have you?" "No. But he may blow in at any moment. It seems queer, doesn't it, Drusilla, that you and I should be over here with all the rest of them left behind." She hesitated, then brought it out without prelude. "Hilda came to see me." "To see you?
So Derry, with a great sense of relief, got away from the frigid Captain, and from the flaming Drusilla, and from Peggy with her flushed air of apology, and went out into the stormy night. He had preferred to walk, although his shoes were thin. "It isn't far," he had said when Margaret expostulated, "and I'll send my car for Drusilla and Captain Hewes." The sleet drove against his face.
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