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Stirling's nod was very expressive, in that it suggested that he had expected his companion to locate the cause of trouble. "You've hit it," he said, and opening the desk took out a little model of an excavator bucket, beautifully made in burnished copper, and another one more rudely fashioned out of bent card. He handed Weston the former.
But the coming back of so many fair things as the spring brings reminds many a one of fair things which can never come again; and hearts more contented than Mrs Stirling's was, sometimes sigh in the light of such a day. "It's a bonny day," said she to herself, "a seasonable day for the country; and we should be thankful."
Not one of the members had come prepared with knowledge of how to go to work, except the chairman, who had served on other commissions. He said: "I think Mr. Stirling's scheme shows very careful thought and is admirable. We cannot do better than adopt it." "It is chiefly copied from the German committee of three years ago," Peter told them.
The blue sky, smiling down on the busy scene, was no more serene than the prospect which the future seemed to offer for the successful young express agent. With his last reckless crime Lem Wacker had ceased to be a disturbing element at Pleasantville. After two months' confinement he had limped out of the hospital, out of town, and out of Bart Stirling's life.
"I have been absent from home since the noble Saturday evening, or should have sent you this book of Mr. Stirling's, which you expressed a wish to see. The papers on Macaulay, Tennyson, and Coleridge interest me, and the critic is master of his weapons. "Meantime, in these days, my thoughts are all benedictions on the dwellers in the happy home of number 148 Charles Street."
He did not appear in the least astonished to see Weston, and shook hands with him as though it were the most natural thing to find him sitting there. "Business in this city?" he asked. "Yes," said Weston, "I've been endeavoring to sell a mine." "Then you struck the lode?" "I've been abusing Miss Stirling's good-nature with an account of how we did it."
Winnipeg was a very long way off, and it was tolerably clear that Stirling, perhaps influenced by something his daughter or Major Kinnaird had said, meant to offer him promotion. Still, though he did not know exactly why, he shrank from accepting any favor from Miss Stirling's father, and, besides that, he had already pledged himself to Grenfell. He laid down the letter and opened the second one.
"I saw him," says De Fleury, "rallying his men with great ardor," but unsuccessfully; and he then came to Stirling's division, which was fighting on the hill, braving the thick of the fire until the centre too gave way, when, at the last, he was striving to rally the fugitives and encourage them to form a new line behind the fences.
The few weeks he had spent in Ida Stirling's company had reawakened ambition in him; and that was why he had set out with Grenfell in search of the mine. Though he had not reproached his comrade, and had, indeed, only half believed in the quartz lead, the failure to find it had been a blow.
Albany, the 19th February, 1778. Dear General, Why am I so far from you and what business had the board of war to hurry me through the ice and snow without knowing what I should do, neither what they were doing themselves? Let me begin the journal of my fine and glorious campaign. According to Lord Stirling's advice, I went by Corich-ferry to Ringo's tavern, where Mr.
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