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The Jehadia, as his soldiers were called because they had joined in the Jehad, or Holy War were armed with Remington rifles, and their harassing fire inflicted heavy losses on the struggling column until it was finally brought to a standstill, and the moment for the spearmen to charge arrived.
Though he was now but twenty-six years old, he had twice been on the verge of becoming a marketable product; once through some studies of New York streets he did for a magazine, and once through a collection of pastels he brought home from New Mexico, which Remington, then at the height of his popularity, happened to see, and generously tried to push.
Vive le Madhi!" he shouted, until a blow from behind with the butt-end of a Remington beat him into silence.
There were times when one surveyed the whole world of men as if it was a little thing at one's feet, and by way of contrast I remember once lying in bed it must have been during this holiday, though I cannot for the life of me fix where and speculating whether perhaps some day I might not be a K. C. B., Sir Richard Remington, K. C. B., M. P. But the big style prevailed....
The white-coated proprietor, with elbows on the bar, gazed listlessly at a Remington night-scene a desert nocturne with a shadowy adobe against the blue-black night, a glimmer of lamplight through a doorway, and in the golden pathway a pony and rider and the red flash of pistol shots. Opposite the bartender, at a table against the wall, sat a young man, clad in cool gray.
But it was Marie who appeared at the door, with a stricken face of horror. "Mrs. Remington! Mrs. Remington!" she whispered loudly. "They've come to stay. The men are getting their trunks down from the wagon." "Who has come to stay? Where?" queried the startled bride. "The two ladies who came to call yesterday!" "Oh!" said the relieved Genevieve. "There's some mistake, of course.
I deeply regret that I must record these thrilling happenings in such bald and inadequate words and especially that my pen is quite unequal to describing that strangest of battles which I witnessed the next day from the heights back of Remington.
In fact, George Remington was a lucky young man, a coming young man. George and Genevieve had been married five weeks; this was their first day as master and mistress of the old Remington place on Sheridan Road. Genevieve, that afternoon, was in the long living-room, trying out various arrangements of the flowers that had been sent in. There were a great many flowers.
One would have said that the thriving legal business of Remington and Evans required the very swift completion of the document upon which she wrought. And one would have been grossly deceived. The sheet had been drawn into the machine at the moment Mr.
The lady of the house had spied them by this time, and came running down the walk to meet her rather distinguished visitor, wondering, it may be, to what she was indebted for this call from one who, since her marriage with the supposed wealthy Dr. Remington, had rather cut her former acquaintances.
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