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Allison was at her side and Dane, whose wife, weeping, was pulling at her bare arm. Colcord and Simec stood to one side, aloof, as though already detached from the world. "Evelyn!" Allison's voice was peremptory. "I command you! You're the only one who has the right to check this damn foolishness. I command you to speak." "Evelyn " Dane's voice trailed into nothingness.
I'll have to buy my home presents in Oakdale." "That is just about my case," remarked Grace. "I sent Eleanor's almost two weeks ago, and Mabel Allison's last week. And I gave Miss Southard hers and her brother's with strict injunctions not to open them until Christmas." "So did I," laughed Miriam. "I forgot to mention it to you at the time. I hope I haven't left out any one.
To Allison's mind, Captain Beardsley, who had smelled Yankee powder and run two cargoes of contraband goods safely through the blockade, was more worthy of respect than Lon Beardsley the smuggler, and he was willing to gain his good-will now if he could, for he believed the captain had it in his power to punish Marcy Gray the boy who had dared to taunt Allison with being a coward because he did not shoulder a musket and go into the army.
But no amount of whiskey could rouse him that day. Allison's scarred, impassive face, low, quiet tones, and glittering black eyes held him cowed. The terror of Toyah had found his master, and knew it. At last, in utter disgust, Allison concluded: "Mr. Clayton, your invitation brought me twenty miles to meet a gun fighter.
"It's what my wife says would serve you right; and I agree with her. Just let this community know that solely on the statements of a cur you kicked out of your own employ you had defamed that brave, honest girl, and there'd be a tempest about your head compared to which this riot was a zephyr." Allison's wrath was cooling now. He sank back in a chair and stared gloomily at the librarian.
Daily bulletins came from the other house as to Allison's condition, and Madame was in constant communication by telegraph with Colonel Kent. She kept him reassured as much as possible, and did not tell him of Allison's ineradicable delusion that his father was dead.
Joe took him ungently by the elbow, turned him about and started him up the rise. "An old grudge," he deigned an ungracious explanation. "It's years and years old. Steve licked him once. Once when they were boys the folks that live down next to Allison's dressed Steve up like a picture-book, the nearest I can make out, and sent him to town a-shoppin'. Harrigan, he " "I know! I remember!"
The tutor could let himself in with his latch-key: the envoy of five-hundred thousand embattled freemen very properly sent his card to the magnate's daughter, and presently she appeared. Sleepless nights and sorrowing days had begun to play havoc with that fair complexion, and Florence Allison's feminine friends could not have failed to remark upon it.
"Sarah," he commented, "Sarah, you are clever!" Miss Sarah was on the point of taking Dexter Allison's arm to lead the way to table. Her reply was tuned to Caleb's ear alone. "She had thought of him in terms of blue flannel and corduroy long enough," she said. "If you please, Dexter Stephen, do you and Barbara want any dinner?" Those two were still shaking hands.
And he was sure of that fact, for the night before, when their train pulled into the station which occupied the spot where Allison's mill-yards had stood before, the bright brass work upon the private car of the owner of the stucco place next his own had been unmistakable. Caleb was even wondering if Barbara would be with her father on this trip.
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