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"Yes; the best spy, you say, in the Federal army." "I think he is, general. He is a wonderful man. He recently played a trick upon you." "Upon me?" "At least he bore off a prisoner from you. It was a lady, captured by Colonel Mohun, one night on the Rappahannock." "Ah! Is it possible! So Swartz was the old countryman, driving the wagon that morning." "So he informed me, general."
Swartz, I think you can have the place, if you and I can come to terms about the price of the rent, which must be payable always in advance," replied Mr. Elder. "I tont care," answered Mr. Swartz. "I would as soon pay you in advance as not. But vot price to you charge?" "I charge fifty dollars per month," was the short answer.
Her dress was ragged and dirty; the hands and face that once rivalled the Parian marble in whiteness, were tanned by toil, and lay shrivelled and dried. Her hair was dishevelled and gathered up in an uncomely heap on the back of her head. She looked like the beggar, she had become. "Some beggar," the clerk said, in a contemptuous tone, as he advanced towards her. "Is Mr. Swartz in?" enquired Mrs.
"Stop that d thing," George howled out in a fury from the sofa. "It makes me mad. You play us something, Miss Swartz, do. Sing something, anything but the Battle of Prague." "Shall I sing 'Blue Eyed Mary' or the air from the Cabinet?" Miss Swartz asked. "That sweet thing from the Cabinet," the sisters said. "We've had that," replied the misanthrope on the sofa
Here was Swartz, from early youth to hoary hairs unwavering in the work of the Gospel, gathering in multitudes to the Church, often at great peril to himself, yet holding back from bringing into the fold the child who had been committed to him, and, as far as we can see, without any stipulation to the contrary.
Then his steps were heard on the small porch. All at once his figure appeared in the doorway. It was Swartz. The fat person, the small eyes, the immense double chin, and the chubby fingers covered with pinchbeck rings, were unmistakable. He was clad in citizens' clothes, and covered with dust as from a long ride. Mohun rose. "Come in, my dear Mr. Swartz," he said coolly; "you see we await you."
All that night and the next day the movement to the rear continued, and not only were the infantry moved across the Tugela, but the guns on Swartz Kop and Mount Alice were removed, and orders were given for a general retirement to Springfield, a proof that the next attack would be made in an entirely different direction.
There is little doubt that old Osborne believed all he said, and that the girls were quite earnest in their protestations of affection for Miss Swartz. People in Vanity Fair fasten on to rich folks quite naturally. Their affections rush out to meet and welcome money. Their kind sentiments awaken spontaneously towards the interesting possessors of it.
And his whiskers had begun to do their work, and to curl themselves round the affections of Miss Swartz. Whenever there was a chance of meeting him in Russell Square, that simple and good-natured young woman was quite in a flurry to see her dear Misses Osborne. She went to great expenses in new gowns, and bracelets, and bonnets, and in prodigious feathers.
"The man you rescued from the grave was Colonel Darke?" "Exactly, general." "Is that his real name, or a false one?" Swartz hesitated; then replied: "A false one." "His real name?" "Mortimer." "And the lady is ?" "His wife, general." "Good," said Mohun, "you are well informed, I see, my dear Mr.
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