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The principal of the school, Miss Eudoxia Tish associated with er er Miss Prinkwell is er remarkably gifted woman; and as I was present at one of the school exercises, I had the opportunity of testifying to her excellence in er short address I made to the young ladies."
"In the stomach," Tish replied tartly, and taking her revolver went back to the tent. All the next day Tish was quiet. She rode ahead, hardly noticing the scenery, with her head dropped on her chest. At luncheon she took a sardine sandwich and withdrew to a tree, underneath which she sat, a lonely and brooding figure.
"I should not care to break the law, madam," he said. Then he picked up his paddle and took himself and his scruples and his hand-made paper and his sixty-three steel engravings down the river. "Primitive man!" I said to Tish, from my chair. "Notice the freedom, almost the savagery, with which he swings that paddle."
From such glittering but unsatisfying generalities as these I prefer to turn to the real interview, gathered from contemporary witnesses. It was the usual cloudless, dazzling, Californian summer day, tempered with the asperity of the northwest trades that Miss Tish, looking through her window towards the rose-embowered gateway of the seminary, saw an extraordinary figure advancing up the avenue.
"Ask those those women where they found my engagement ring," she said. "One of those wretches took it from me. That ought to be proof enough that they are not from the moving-picture outfit." Tish at once produced the ring and held it out to him. But he merely glanced at it and shook his head. "All engagement rings look alike," he observed.
"And the body of my parent could I let it lie and rot in the so hot sun? Ah, no; Miss Tish, Miss Liz, Miss Ag, not so. To-day I take back my ticket, get the money, and send it to my sister. She will bury my parent, and then she comes to this so great America, the land of my good friends!" There was a moment's silence. Then Aggie sneezed!
Lady, lemme take my hands down. I've got a stiff shoulder, and I " "Keep them up," Tish snapped. "Aggie, see that they keep them up." Until that time we had been too occupied to observe the girl, who merely stood and watched in a disdainful sort of way. But now Tish turned and eyed her sternly. "Search her, Lizzie," she commanded. "Search me!" the girl exclaimed indignantly. "Certainly not!"
I believe it was the next day that Tish went to the library and read about worms. Aggie and I had spent the day buying tackle, according to Charlie Sands's advice. We got some very good rods with nickel-plated reels for two dollars and a quarter, a dozen assorted hooks for each person, and a dozen sinkers.
It seems to me that a clean statement of the case is due to Tish, and, in less degree, to Aggie and myself. It goes back long before the mysterious cipher. Even the incident of our abducting the girl in the pink tam-o'-shanter was, after all, the inevitable result of the series of occurrences that preceded it.
Luckily Aggie grew faint again at that moment, and we led her out into the open air. Behind us the ceremony seemed to be over; the drum was beating, the pipes screaming, the lute thrumming. Tish let in the clutch with a vicious jerk, and the whir of the engine drowned out the beating of the drum and the clapping of the hands.
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