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The moonlight on the cascade had exactly the same supernatural appearance that it has now falling upon these billows. Sinfi sings some of our Welsh songs, and accompanies herself on a peculiar obsolete Welsh instrument called a crwth, which she always carries with her. While we were listening to the cataract and what she called the Wynn wail, she began to sing the wild old air.
She came of a family that had a knack of dying under, as she told Miss Fowler, 'most distressing circumstances. She would stay where she was till she was entirely satisfied that It was dead dead as dear papa in the late 'eighties; aunt Mary in eighty-nine; mamma in 'ninety-one; cousin Dick in ninety-five; Lady McCausland's housemaid in 'ninety-nine; Lady McCausland's sister in nineteen hundred and one; Wynn buried five days ago; and Edna Gerritt still waiting for decent earth to hide her.
His name is Alwyn." Senator Smith listened as he opened the letter from Caroline Wynn. Then he started. "Well!" he ejaculated, looking quickly up at Easterly. "This is positively uncanny. From three separate sources the name of Alwyn pops up. Looks like a mascot. Call up the Treasury. Let's have him up when the sub-committee meets to-morrow."
A man came to him, a white-faced man, with slightly curling close gray hair, and high-bred ascetic countenance. "You are a stranger?" he asked pleasantly, and Bles liked him. "Yes, sir," he answered, and they fell to talking. He discovered that this was the pastor of the church. "Do you know no one in town?" "One or two of my fellow clerks and Mr. Stillings. Oh, yes, I've met Miss Wynn."
She had given him valuable information which he had sought in vain elsewhere, and the event proved it correct. Suppose he asked Caroline Wynn to help him in this case? It would certainly do no harm and it might elect a Republican president. He wrote a short letter with his own hand and sent it to post.
If his intense belief happened to be popular, all right; but if not? She frowned. He was worth watching, she concluded; quite worth watching, and perhaps worth guiding. When Alwyn accompanied her home that night, Miss Wynn set herself to know him better for she suspected that he might be a coming man. The best preliminary to her purpose was, she knew, to speak frankly of herself, and that she did.
Who was "Miss Nellie"? She pressed her ear to the opening. "Miss Wynn!" the voice again called, but was lost in the echoless woods. Devoured with a new and gratuitous curiosity, in another moment Teresa felt she would have disclosed herself at any risk, but the stranger rose and began to retrace his steps.
" Splendid draughtsman," a man was saying, "and passed at the head of the crowd; but, of course, he has no chance." "Why, it's civil-service, isn't it?" "It is. But what of that? There was Watson " Miss Wynn did not pause. She whispered: "This is the tale of Civil Service Reform, and how this mighty government gets rid of black men who know too much." "But " Bles tried to protest.
Fortunately, the paternal Burnham was an early bird, in the habit of picking up the first stirring mining worm, and a resounding knock brought him half dressed to the street door. He was startled at seeing Father Wynn before him, a trifle flushed and abstracted. "Ah ha! up betimes, I see, and ready.
And then between him and her lips a dark and shadowy face; two great storm-swept eyes looked into his out of a world of infinite pain, and he dropped his head in hesitation and shame, and kissed her hand. Miss Wynn thought him delightfully bashful. Twenty-six The election of Harry Cresswell to Congress was a very simple matter.
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