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He took Richling's arm, and they went on down the street, the rector reading aloud as they walked, and shopkeepers and salesmen at their doors catching what they could of his words as the two passed. "It's dreadful! dreadful!" said the little man, thrusting the paper into his pocket in a wad. "Hi! Mistoo Itchlin," quoth Narcisse, passing them like an arrow, on his way to the paper offices.
Mistoo Itchlin, will you 'ave that kin'ness to baw me two-an-a-'alf till the lass of that month?" Richling looked at him a moment in silence, and then broke into a short, grim laugh. "It's all gone. There's no more honey in this flower." He set his jaw as he ceased speaking. There was a warm red place on either cheek.
Mistoo Itchlin, look' like you a lil mo' hawd to yeh but egscuse me. I s'pose you muz be advancing in business, Mistoo Itchlin. I say I s'pose you muz be gittin' along!" "I? Yes; yes, I must." He started. "I'm 'appy to yeh it!" said Narcisse. His innocent kindness was a rebuke. Richling began to offer a cordial parting salutation, but Narcisse said: "You goin' that way? Well, I kin go that way."
No, I" "Well, I'm ve'y glad," interrupted Narcisse. "Oh, no, 'tisn't trouble at all! I've sent for Mrs. Richling. We're going to resume housekeeping." Narcisse gave a glad start, took his hat off, passed it to his left hand, extended his right, bowed from the middle with princely grace, and, with joy breaking all over his face, said: "Mistoo Itchlin, in fact, shake!" They shook.
And out of every garden came the voices of little children at play, the blessedest sound on earth. "O Mary, Mary! why should two lovers live apart on this beautiful earth? Autumn is no time for mating. Who can tell what autumn will bring?" The revery was interrupted. "Mistoo Itchlin, 'ow you enjoyin' yo' 'ealth in that beaucheouz weatheh juz at the pwesent? Me, I'm well.
I wuz juz sitting in my 'oom afteh dinneh, envelop' in my 'obe de chambre, when all at once I says to myseff, 'Faw distwaction I will go and see Mistoo Itchlin!" "Will you walk in?" said the pair. Mrs. Riley, standing in the door of her parlor, made way by descending to the sidewalk. Her calico was white, with a small purple figure, and was highly starched and beautifully ironed.
"Brave boys are they! Gone at their country's call. And yet and yet we cannot forget That many brave boys must fall." Oh! Shiloh, Shiloh! But before the gloom had settled down upon us it was a gay dream. "Mistoo Itchlin, in fact 'ow you ligue my uniefawm? You think it suit my style? They got about two poun' of gole lace on that uniefawm. Yesseh.
"Thaz the way, sometime," he said, and then with sudden gravity: "And, by-the-by, Misses Wiley, speakin' of Mistoo Itchlin, if you could baw' me two dollahs an' a 'alf juz till tomaw mawnin till I kin sen' it you fum the office Because that money I've got faw Mistoo Itchlin is in the shape of a check, and anyhow I'm c'owding me a little to pay that whole sum-total to Mistoo Itchlin.
"Why," said Richling, lolling back, "the Doctor has simply omitted to have you make the entry of" But he had no right to interfere with the Doctor's accounts. However, Narcisse was not listening. "You' compel' to be witch some day, Mistoo Itchlin, ad that wate of p'ogwess; I am convince of that. I can deteg that indisputably in yo' physio'nomie. Me I can't save a cent!
"I dunno 'ow 'tis, Mistoo Itchlin," said Narcisse, "but I muz tell you the tooth; you always 'ave to me the appe'ance ligue the chile of p'ospe'ity." "Eh?" said Richling, hollowing his hand at his ear, "child of" "P'ospe'ity?" "Yes yes," replied the deaf man vaguely, "I have a relative of that name." "Oh!" exclaimed the Creole, "thass good faw luck!
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