United States or São Tomé and Príncipe ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
What he said must have hurt Stuart more than a whipping, for when he came out his eyes were red, and he looked as solemn as an owl. He had promised his father several things. One was that he would have nothing more to do with Sim Williams, who was always leading him into trouble, and another was that he would beg Phil's pardon, and do something to make up for the injury he had done him.
The beast was fresh, for it had not been out for two days a rough Forest shelty with shaggy fetlocks and a mane like a thicket. Sim set his old saddle on it, and went back to the house. His wife was still asleep, breathing painfully. He put water on the fire to boil, and fetched a handful of meal from the ark. With this he made a dish of gruel, and set it by the bedside.
He spelled out the words: "Wanted: A Wife. A well-to-do and chivalrous rancher of abundant means and large holdings in a Western State wishes to correspond with a respectable young woman who will be willing to appreciate a good home and loving care. Object matrimony." Wid Gardner read this once, and he read it twice. "Good God A'mighty!" said he to himself. "Sim Gage!"
"And still and on you hate that man," said she convinced. "Oh no! not with that face, with the face you had a second ago. I think oh! I can guess the reason; he has been up in Doom Castle; has he been getting round Miss Milk-and-Water? If he has, he's far more like her than you are. You made me pauperise her father, Sim; I'm sorry it was not worse.
For he passed at the climax of his life and took with him forever all he ever could have gained of delight and comfort. Happy Sim Gage! to have a woman like Mary, his wife, stand and weep for him now. He had lost her had she ever seen his face, and now, at least, he owned her tears.
It's pretty hard on me, because Simpson runs a better paper; but my neighbor, Sim Askinson, likes the Democrat better and can't take it because he took his whole family to Chicago one week, and Ayers overlooked the fact. So he borrows my Democrat every week and I get his Argus, and thus both of us preserve our mad and our dignity and get what we want just the same.
That's all we can say." My father saw that his best chance lay in accepting the offer. "Thank you," he said. "Perhaps I may have an opportunity of serving you some day." They in their turn thanked him politely enough, and my father and Sim left the camp. Upon this side the moor was skirted by a plantation which had been gradually creeping up the hill from the more sheltered hollow.
She heard him and herself called out aloud, "Sim! Sim! Is it you? I knew it was you when the dog came!" And then, still shivering and trembling with fear and cold and exhaustion, Mary Warren once more lost all sense of things, and dropped limp. The little dog stood licking at her hands and face. Here was work for Doctor Barnes after all. He took charge.
The conductor held the young woman's arm reassuringly, as they both looked questioningly from side to side. She was in dark clothing. A dark veil was across her face. As she pushed it back he saw her eyes protected by heavy black lenses. Sim Gage hesitated. The conductor spoke to him so loudly that he jumped. "Say, are you Mr. Gage?" "That's me," said Sim. "I'm Mr. Gage."
That home-mending told her that the enemy who had balked her in the last poor comfort of vengeance was Sim Squires, a member of her own household, and her lips moved in their impulse to call out his name in denunciation and revilement.
Word Of The Day