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"Oh! my darling," he whispered huskily, "I know I've been a beast but I've never left off loving you and I can't stand your coldness, Agnes; it's driving me to the devil! Forgive me, my pure angel " And Frank Barlow's pure angel did forgive him, and with a spontaneity and generous forgetfulness which he will ever remember.
In the room with Kalleligak and Anatalik was Mr. Barlow's daughter, a little child of six, who was amusing herself with a picture book of the life of Christ. The little girl began to show the pictures to the two men, telling them the story in their own tongue as she went along. She at last came to the picture of Christ upon the Cross between the two thieves. Mr.
Captains Deming, Spencer and Moore lost legs, and Angell was wounded. Lieut. Crawford and Adjutant Gregory were wounded. Col. Barlow and Lieuts. Keech and Morrison were the only officers with us, and some of these had very close calls, all of them had bullet holes in their clothing. Barlow's horse was killed and Keech's scabbard was battered up with one or more bullets.
Barlow's salary another year," the hostess added; "a good many of the old parishioners have died off, but every one feels to do what they can. Is there much interest among the young people in Woodville, Mis' Flagg?" "Considerable at this time, ma'am," answered Mrs. Flagg, without enthusiasm, and she listened with unusual silence to the subsequent fluent remarks of Mrs. Timms.
"What is this about a disguised and wonderful man who rushed in and upset the whole of you. I want no romancing; give me the facts." Barlow's dissolute countenance became troubled. "The facts," he said, speaking with serious deliberation, "are not clear. It was like a clap of thunder, the way that man performed.
But already Barlow's fixed eyes were upon the mountainous country across the valley. "Come on," he said, slipping his pack-straps over his shoulders and swinging up his rifle. "It would be three to five miles, easy going, and we're there! There are our three peaks, straight across." Only when they were fairly down on the floor of the valley did they see the ranch houses.
He's brought something for the farm, or he wouldn't come this way.... Good-evening to you, John Barlow!... What three letters! And one of them for the old 'oman.... So 'tis! 'tis a letter from my little man Davy, bless his heart!" "One fower th' ma'aster," said Mr. Barlow's strong rustic accent. "One fower th' mistress. And one fower the granny.
You don't want to marry an agree-er, do you? Mrs. Barlow's one. Everything her husband thinks, she thinks, too, and sometimes he can't stand her another minute. Where are you going now?" "I'm going to telephone for a taxi-cab.
Of Barlow and Lowell it may be also said that their heroism and their patriotism were the legitimate products of that movement whose hope and faith were the inspiration of their youth. To this source was due Barlow's love of justice, his unflinching courage in opposing self-seekers and partisan patriots, and his trust in the ultimate worth of what is right and true.
"The last glass of milk I had, Nellie, was when I was Pip's age, and was Barlow's fag at Rugby. It made me ill, and I have never touched it since." "But this won't hurt you. You will drink this?" She gave him one of her most beautiful looks. "I would as soon drink the water the maids wash up in, my child." He took a mulberry, ate it, and made a wry face. "They're not fit to eat."
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