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Steps returning, Bessie wiped away her tears in haste, actually the first she had shed for the lost Hal, though there was a heartache too deep for tears. "And happier than the merriest games Is the joy of our new and nobler aims."
And then suddenly, as his mind leaped to the future, Grey seemed to see the old farm-house in the rocky pasture-land far away, and Bessie was there with him, sitting just where he had so often sat when a child, on the little bench in the wood-shed close against the wall, beyond which was that hidden grave whose shadow had, in a way, darkened his whole life.
"But when I went I found that Bessie had gane, and none knew where. I traced her to Keswick poor-house, where she had a little lad; the matron said she went away in a very weak condition when the child was three weeks old, declaring that she was going to her friends. Puir, bonnie, loving Bessie; that was the last I ever heard o' my wife and bairn."
You know how I am, Molly. He keeps me interested, don't you understand, and prowling about in the great unknown where he has his weird being." Bessie put her hand to her mouth, and laughed at Mary Enderby with her slanted eyes; a sort of Parisian version of a Chinese motive in eyes. "I suppose," her friend said, sadly, "you won't tell me more than you wish."
She still comes into Woldshire at intervals, and she will take an interest in Mr. Cecil Burleigh's election." But Bessie felt too much put down to trust herself to speak again, and the rest of the meal passed in a constrained quiet.
The only china upon it was from an old set which had been discarded a year previous to the time of this story, and Bessie naturally wanted to know why, and the waitress broke down. "It's it's all we have, ma'am," said she, her eyes filling with tears. "All we have?" echoed Mrs. Perkins in surprise. "Why, what do you mean? Where is the other set?" "I don't know," protested the waitress.
He wanted to hear what she had made out from dear Bessie herself respecting that grand gentleman, the member of Parliament, who by Lady Latimer's account was her suitor some time ago and still. "I am puzzled, Thomas, and that is the truth girls are so deep," Mrs. Carnegie said. "Too deep sometimes for their own comprehension eh? At any rate, she is not moping and pining.
She was glad to get out in the sunshine again with her few wild flowers in her hand. Bessie Valentine made them come in and have a chunk of cake, and it was a chunk indeed. Those who liked had a glass of buttermilk. Cousin Jennie had gone up to the corner to look for them. Hanny espied her, and ran forward. "Oh," she cried, "I've seen the house where Mr. Poe lives. And we went in the graveyard.
"Oh, nothing," he answered at length. "You'll forgive me, I'm sure, when I say, that I can't help thinking what an ass your father is!" And Bessie Van Ashton stepped into a bigger life than she had ever known. Perhaps all was not yet lost. The Padre's words and attitude acted like a wonderful elixir upon Chiquita.
"Rogers Rogers," Bessie repeated, thoughtfully. "Seems to me I have heard that name before. Who is Neil's friend, I wonder? I am sorry he is coming, for that means another fire, and another plate at table, and we are so poor.
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