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"Old Miser Jerrold's box had been left on his doorstep some time through the night, and he'd found it in the morning. The money was all there, but the old fellow was so cute that he wouldn't tell any one how much it was. The neighbors had persuaded him to bank it, and he was coming to town the next morning with it, and that night some of them were going to help him mount guard over it.
She was too happy for Stuart to describe the host of ten thousand riders which he had just seen. Their lives were in God's hands. It was enough. He held her in his arms longer than was his wont at parting. And then with a laugh and a shout to the children he was gone. At Jerrold's Mill, Wickham's brigade suddenly fell on Sheridan's rear guard and captured a company.
Also he found a pair of Anne's slippers under the bed, and, caught in a crack of the dressing-table, one long black hair. This room leading out of Colin's was Anne's room. And Colin called out to him, "Do you mind leaving the door open, Jerry? I can't sleep if it's shut." v It was Jerrold's second day.
From beneath his scouting-shirt he drew a flat packet, an Indian case, which he carefully unrolled, and there in its folds of wrappings was the lovely Directoire photograph. Whose, then, was the one that Sloat had seen in Jerrold's room? It was this that Armitage had gone forward to determine, and he found his sad-eyed lieutenant with the skirmishers.
And then, "If he ever can be pleased with anything again." It was the first time he had said Jerrold's name. "That's what's been bothering me," he went on. "I can't think how Jerrold's going to get over it. You remember what he was like when Father died?" "Yes." She remembered. "Well what's the War going to do to him? Look what it's done to me. He minds things so much more than I do."
Colin's body slipped every minute and had to be jerked up again; and when it slipped his arms tightened round Jerrold's neck, strangling him. At last Jerrold, too, staggered and stumbled and stopped dead. "I'll take him," said Eliot. He forbore, nobly, to say "I told you so."
Now Colin really did want to go out and fight, as he had always wanted to follow Jerrold's lead; he wanted it so badly that it seemed to him a form of self-indulgence; and this idea of taking a better man's place so worked on him that he had almost decided to give it up, since that was the sacrifice required of him, when he told Queenie what Eliot had said.
How wistful those fellows look, and how eagerly they throng about the barracks, yearning to go, and, since that is denied, praying to be of use in some way! Small wonder is it that all the bustle and excitement penetrates the portals of Mr. Jerrold's darkened quarters, and the shutters are thrown open and his bandaged head comes forth.
They stopped on the flagstones under her window. Jerrold's voice called up to her. "Anne Anne, are you there? Can I come up?" "Rather." He came rushing up the stairs. He was in the room now. "How nice of you to come on this beastly evening." "That's why I came. I thought it would be so rotten for you all alone down here." "What have you done with Colin?" "Left him up there.
Presently his eye lighted on a tall, rangy bay horse that was being groomed in a wide stall near the door-way. "That's Mr. Jerrold's Roderick, isn't it?" "Yes, sir. He's fresh as a daisy, too, hasn't been out for three days, and Mr. Jerrold's going to drive the dog-cart this morning." Chester turned away. "Sloat," said he, as they left the stable, "if Mr.
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