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He told of the fairy mill and the chair by the fire. The doctor poured himself another cup of coffee and looked at Kenny with a shade of asperity. Fairies, it would seem, were a little out of his line. "Adam had a good many spells like that," he said, "'specially when he was drinking hard. Off like a shot, hanging out of his chair. Mere coincidence.
Let Brian, instead of shirking his usual numismatic responsibilities in some indefinite green world of peace and calm, come home as he should. As for work, Kenny loved work, Brian and Garry to the contrary. If in Brian's absence everything conspired against his passionate love of industry, it was no fault of his.
Brian received the offer with a glance of blank dismay and Garry with difficulty repressed a smile. Kenny's fashionable wardrobe, portentous in all truth, had an unmistakable air of originality about it at once foreign and striking. There were times when he looked irresistibly theatric and ducal. Kenny repeated his willingness to lend his wardrobe. "Of course you would," said Garry.
"Of course they do," returned Aspel, "and though they can't grow long, they never stop short in the race of life. Why, look at Nelson he was short; and Wellington wasn't long, and Bonny himself was small in every way except in his intellect who's that coming up the hill?" "It's Mike Kenny, the postman, I think. I wonder if he has brought a letter from sister May. Mother expects one, I know."
What's in your mind, girleen?" "Oh, I'm so glad you think so too! Kenny " "Yes?" "Do you know Jan's cousin, the pretty girl who's a model? I know that doesn't sound at all as if it had anything to do with the farm but it has. Jan's cousin said I hardly know how to tell you, Kenny. I don't think I like telephones. If I could see your face " "I'm wearing my guardian's face!" "Oh!"
But he wiped the dirt and perspiration from his forehead and went off toward the kitchen in gloomy silence, his energy and optimism gone. So madness settled down upon the Craig farm. Futile, flurried days of digging followed for which Kenny, delving desperately in his memory, supplied forgotten clues.
If I'd ever telephoned into your slumber and asked you to find four thousand ragged dollars and mail them to me, and if I'd said I'd accidentally acquired a ward and was bringing her back with me, you wouldn't sit there in patience and wait for facts. Mind, old dear, I want the truth. It's likely to be a lot queerer than anything you can make up." Kenny sighed and told the truth.
As for the shotgun, that dispute or its equivalent was certainly as normal a one as regularity could make it. And he had related many a tale unhampered by fact that Brian had simply ignored. "What on earth has got into the lad?" he wondered impatiently. Ah, well, he was a good lad, clean-cut and fine, with Irish eyes and an Irish temper like his father. Kenny forgot and forgave.
Everybody missed something and the club buzzed with scandal until the boys departed, likely, Kenny thought bitterly, to retire for life on the dimes and nickels they had dug out of his studio. Why must he always be the central pivot of a whirlpool of excitement? God knows he loved peace even if Fate never permitted him to sample it. He laid the whole thing unconditionally at Brian's door.
Mike Kenny breasted it not only with the energy of youth and strength, but with the additional and artificial energy infused by the spirits, so that, much to his own surprise, his powers began to fail prematurely. Just then a storm of wind and sleet came down from the heights above, and broke with bitter fury in his face.
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