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Sampson with old K. M.'s rules of courtship till one afternoon when I was on my way over to take her a basket of wild hog-plums. I met the lady coming down the lane that led to her house. Her eyes was snapping, and her hat made a dangerous dip over one eye. "Mr. Pratt," she opens up, "this Mr. Green is a friend of yours, I believe." "For nine years," says I. "Cut him out," says she.
"Why don't you teach 'em yourself?" said Sampson, between the creakings and rasping of his saw. Noll was silent for a few minutes before he answered, "Why, to tell the truth, I never had thought of the thing. But how can I? I don't have any time till after four o'clock."
And for cause I'd throw a gun on him just as quick as on any rustler in Pecos." "Talk's cheap, my boy," replied Hoden, making light of my bluster, but the red was deep in his face. "Sure, I know that," I said, calming down. "My temper gets up, Jim. Then it's not well known that Sampson owns the Hope So?" "Reckon it's known in Pecos, all right. But Sampson's name isn't connected with the Hope So.
I have been with Shaw a matter of six years." "And how long has Louisa Clay been there?" "I can't exactly remember, but I should say a year and a half." Sampson now rose to his feet. "There we are," he said. "You are a good-looking chap, Jim; you are taller than us London fellows, and you've got a pleasing way with you; you were civil to Louisa before Alison came. Come now, the truth."
He seldom allowed himself the undignified freedom which marked his intercourse with Mrs. Sampson, and he liked the rest he found in being for a time his vulgar, ill-bred self with no restraints of artificial manner. "Well, good afternoon," he said, extending his large hand, into which she laid hers with a certain faint air of condescension.
It might be some additional consideration, that she was herself at the reflecting age of twenty-eight, and had no near relations to control her actions or choice. Though we have said so much of the Laird himself, it still remains that we make the reader in some degree acquainted with his companion. This was Abel Sampson, commonly called, from his occupation as a pedagogue, Dominie Sampson.
"Lord, papa, the very footmen could not keep their gravity!" "Then let them strip off my livery," said the Colonel, "and oath at their leisure. Mr. Sampson is a man whom I esteem for his simplicity and benevolence of character." "Oh, I am convinced of his generosity too," said this lively lady; "he cannot lift a spoonful of soup to his mouth without bestowing a share on everything round."
We'd have to kill an unreasonable lot of fowls to let 'em! No. The Lord portions out breasts and wings, as well as legs. If He puts anything into your plate, take it." Dr. Gracie always had a word for the nurse, when he came; and, to do her justice, it was seldom but she had a word to give him back. "Well, Miss Sampson," said he gayly, one bright morning, "you're as fresh as the day.
This September midnight was the first Secret which pounced upon Miss Lydia. The next was the new Mr. Smith's short and terrible interview with his prospective son-in-law: "You are never to set foot in this town." And then his order to his daughter: "Nor you, either, unless you come without that man. And there are to be no letters to or from Miss Sampson, understand that!
Several of the other gentlemen had hurried out on foot towards the park-gates, near which they found General Sampson dismounted, and bending over the steward. "He is alive, I am thankful to say," said the general; "and as I shall have no chance of overtaking Castleton and the dragoons, I shall be of more service in looking after this worthy man."
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