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Colonel Axtell and some other officers, being admitted, announced the message verbally, and it was subsequently presented in writing by Colonel Whalley.
Some one it must have been Mr. Axtell or Katie had put upon the hearth a stick of chestnut-wood, which, suddenly igniting, snapped vigorously. This began ere I was safely outside of the closet. Miss Lettie was awakened. She arose a little wildly, sitting up in the bed. I do not know that it was the fire that aroused her.
"Was he poor in spirit?" "He is now, I trust." A man that has variant voices is a cruel thing in this world, because one cannot help their coming in at some one of the gates of the heart, which cannot all be guarded at the same moment. "Poor in spirit?" "He is now, I trust." I felt decidedly vexed at this man before me for having such tones in his voice. "Can I go up to Miss Axtell now?" I asked.
I gathered one, the least of the precious fragments. I knew that Mary, out of heaven seeing me, would call it no sacrilege, and with it went to my tower. Spring fingers had gathered up the leaves of snow, winter's growth, from in among the crevices of stone. I noticed this as I went in. The great stone was over the passage-opening, just where Mr. Axtell had dropped it, lest Aaron should see.
"I beg your pardon; I was thinking in words," he replied. "I am sorry that I cannot do as you wish," I said, and resumed my profession in the room above. The day went on, never pausing one moment for the sorrow and the suffering that another day had brought to this house in Redleaf. Just before the funeral-bell began to toll, Mr. Axtell came again to the sickroom door. There was no change.
I fled back to the library; trembling in affright, I sank into the first chair, and, covering my face with my hands, thought, "What terrible people these are! Why did I come here, where I was not wanted?" "Poor child!" I started up at the words. Mr. Axtell left the door open. "You think it strange that I let my sister follow out such a sick fancy, I suppose." "I think it is dreadful, terrible."
"You look gloomy, Anna, what is it?" asked Aaron's evergreen voice, as Aaron's self came into the room, somewhat the worse for mud and mountain wear. "Was last night's watching too much for you?" "Oh, no; I'm going again to-night." "Going where?" Sophie was the questioner. "To stay with Miss Axtell." "I wouldn't, Anna; one night has made you pale," she said.
It nearly broke his heart when his ankle went back on him, but he never whimpers. He hopes to be out on crutches in time to see the big games. Told me yesterday, when I dropped in to see him, that when it came to yelling for the boys we'd find his voice was all right even if his leg was on the blink." "Plucky old scout," agreed Axtell, "and one of the best men we had. But now I must be going.
They knew they would have to fight hard to hold the positions if Hodge and Axtell came back, but they were bent on showing that they could fill their shoes. But although they worked like Trojans, the machine that afternoon creaked badly. The new men were unfamiliar with many of the signals and made a mess of some of the plays that the old ones whom they supplanted would have carried out with ease.
He had not moved one inch from the door of the room out of which he had come; but I had walked a little nearer, that my voice might not disturb the sick. The one lying dead, never more to be disturbed, where was she? Kate, the little maid, said, "It is in there he wants you to go." Abraham Axtell stood aside to let me enter.
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