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If the first communication had startled the little village, the second fairly plunged it into a panic of excitement. Peggy's hand trembled as he held out the five hundred dollar draft and glared from it to his cronies with a white face. "Suff'rin' Jehu!" gasped Nick Thorne. "Is it good?" The paper was passed reverently around, and examined with a succession of dubious head-shakes.
Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Unnerstan?" "Where is she?" said Mrs. Starbottle with a very white face and a very low voice. "I'll splain all. Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Thash law. I'm lawyer, leshlator, and American sis'n. Ish my duty as lawyer, as leshlator, and 'merikan sis'n to reshtore chile to suff'rin mother at any coss any coss." "Where is she?" repeated Mrs.
"'Pears as ef 'twas a drefful t'ing fur de poor chile ter be suff'rin' so," she would sigh to herself as she watched his worn and heavy face on her passages through the room; "but Hagar's t'ankful 'nough to see it, 'cause de poor chile'll find de Lord bimeby. Bress de Lord! Mas'r Dick'll find him some time!" A long and weary week passed away.
"'Tain't nuffin tu what dat bressed boy is suff'rin'," she sighed, wiping the cold drops off her cheeks; "'pears as ef dis ole heart 'ud split'n two, thinkin' ob it. O good Lord, bress de chile! bress him, bress him! dat's all Hagar ken say." It was a weary watching.
Starbottle, with her eyes still fixed on the colonel's face. "Gone to 'ts m'o'r. Gone East on shteamer, yesserday. Waffed by fav'rin gales to suff'rin p'rent. Thash so!" Mrs. Starbottle did not move. The colonel felt his chest slowly collapsing, but steadied himself against a chair, and endeavored to beam with chivalrous gallantry not unmixed with magisterial firmness upon her as she sat.
But I presume it's too late now, and I presume she's got to go on suff'rin' for you and wonderin' what she's done to offend you when you don't come, and what she's done when you do, with your stuck-up, masterful airs, and your double-faced ways. But don't you try to pretend to me, Lemuel Barker, 't you care the least mite for her any more, 'f you ever did, because it won't go down!
And, Depper, what du I come here to find? I find a bare cupboard and a bare board. Not a mite o' nouragement i' th' house, sech as a pore suff'rin' woman like Car'line's in need of." "Car'line's a pore manager, as right well you know, Dinah. Ha'n't I telled ye ?" "You ha' telled me yes. But have you played th' husban's part?
At any rate Nicky-Nan, because he was poor, would not call in a doctor; and, because he was proud, would not own to anything worse than a twisted knee, even when his neighbours on the Quay, putting their heads together, had shaken them collectively and decided that "the poor man must be suff'rin' from something chronic." Then followed a bitter time, as his savings dwindled.
It would help too if you'd happen to be just startin' for the op'ra, with all your pearl ropes on. And whisper, soft pedal on Djickyns here, but heavy on his suff'rin' countrymen! That's the line." Aunty shudders a couple of times, and once she starts to crash in with the sharp reproof; but she swallows it. Some little old diplomat, Aunty is! She was gettin' the picture.
Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Unnerstan?" "Where is she?" said Mrs. Starbottle, with a very white face and a very low voice. "I'll splain all. Chile b'long to 'ts mother. Thash law. I'm lawyer, leshlator, and American sis'n. Ish my duty as lawyer, as leshlator, and 'merikan sis'n to reshtore chile to suff'rin mother at any coss any coss." "Where is she?" repeated Mrs.
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