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"Oh, Bev!" he groaned, "she's gone Clemency's gone, I I can't find her, Bev!" Now hereupon the Marquis very quietly took up his hat and, nodding to Barnabas, linked his arm in Tressider's and went softly from the room, closing the door behind him. "Dick!" cried Barnabas, bending over him, "my dear fellow!" "Ever since you spoke, I I've wanted her, Bev.
Cecily, behind me, kept gasping out the contradictory sentences, "Oh, Bev, wait for me," and "Oh, Bev, hurry, hurry!" More by blind instinct than anything else we kept together and found our way out of the woods. Presently we were in the field beyond the brook. Over us was a dainty sky of shell pink, placid cows were pasturing around us; the farewell summers nodded to us in the friendly breezes.
"Sir," answered Barnabas, "I thank you, but, owing to circumstances" here he cast a downward glance at his neckerchief "I am unable to accept. But, perhaps, you will, all three of you, favor me to dinner at my house say, in three days' time?" The invitation was no sooner given than accepted. "But," said the Viscount, "I didn't know that you had a place here in town, Bev. Where is it?"
"I was afraid to take the liver pills for fear they'd prevent me from dreaming," he said. "Don't you remember old Miss Baxter in Toronto, Bev? And how she told Mrs. McLaren that she was subject to terrible dreams, and finally she took two liver pills and never had any more dreams after that. I'd rather have died than risk it," concluded Felix solemnly.
"That you deserve to know a love as great, a joy as deep as ours, dear Barnabas." "Exactly!" nodded the Viscount, with a fond look at his young wife; "Precisely what I meant, Bev, for I'm the proudest, happiest fellow alive, y' know.
"I wonder how it will seem to settle down in a store, Bev, after toting shooting-irons for six years," I said to my cousin, as the train neared Kansas City.
The horse wandered on, head down, occasionally stopping to seize a leaf as it passed, and once to drink deeply at a spring. Dick was still not thinking there was something that forbade him to think-but he was weak and emotional. He muttered: "Poor Bev! Poor old Bev!" A great wave of tenderness and memory swept over him. Poor Bev! He had made life hell for her, all right.
Here the Viscount took up his unfinished dart and sighed over it. "I'm suffering from a rather sharp attack of Romanism, my dear fellow, my Honored Parent has been at it again, Bev, and then, I dropped two hundred pounds in Jermyn Street last night." "Dropped it! Do you mean you lost it, or were you robbed?" inquired Barnabas the Simple.
"Well, is it decided that Bev is to be editor?" asked Felix. "Of course it is," Felicity answered for everybody. "Then," said Felix, "I move that the name be The King Monthly Magazine." "That sounds fine," said Peter, hitching his chair a little nearer Felicity's. "But," said Cecily timidly, "that will leave out Peter and the Story Girl and Sara Ray, just as if they didn't have a share in it.
I would have walked on red-hot coals for his sake. "I want you to slip away to-night, when Rex and Bev are on guard, and find out what's over that ridge to the north. Don't come back till you do find out. We'll get to Pawnee Rock to-morrow. I must know to-night. Can you do it? If you aren't back by sunrise, I'll follow your trail double quick."
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