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"His grace desired to see some of the sights of the city, sir. Mr. Bickersteth is acting as his escort. I fancy their immediate objective was Grant's Tomb." "I suppose Mr. Bickersteth is a bit braced at the way things are going what?" "Sir?" "I say, I take it that Mr. Bickersteth is tolerably full of beans." "Not altogether, sir." "What's his trouble now?"
I fancy that you would find this answer satisfactorily, sir." Bicky had stopped rocking himself and was staring at Jeeves in an awed sort of way. "I would advocate the dispatching of a wireless message to his grace on board the vessel, notifying him of the change of address. Mr. Bickersteth could meet his grace at the dock and proceed directly here. Will that meet the situation, sir?"
His unflinching industry soon began to tell upon his fortunes; a few more years and he was not only enabled to do without assistance from home, but he was in a position to pay back with interest the debts which he had incurred. The clouds had dispersed, and the after career of Henry Bickersteth was one of honour, of emolument, and of distinguished fame.
Bickersteth is doing so well on his own account, he no longer requires pecuniary assistance." "Great Scot, Jeeves! This is awful." "Somewhat disturbing, sir." "I never expected anything like this!" "I confess I scarcely anticipated the contingency myself, sir." "I suppose it bowled the poor blighter over absolutely?" "Mr. Bickersteth appeared somewhat taken aback, sir." My heart bled for Bicky.
Two years since Bickersteth had gone, and not a sign! Yet, if the girl had looked from her bedroom window, this Friday night, she would have seen on the far hill a sign; for there burned a fire beside which sat two travellers who had come from the uttermost limits of snow.
"It is it is that's it!" cried Bickersteth. "That's it love o' God, that's it! Sir John Franklin Sir John Franklin, and all the brave lads that died up there! You remember the ship the Arctic Sea the ice- fields, and Franklin you remember him? Dear old man, say you remember Franklin?" The thing had seized him.
The old man got slowly to his feet, his arms outstretched, the look in his face changing, understanding, struggling for its place, memory fighting for its own, the soul contending for its mastery. "Franklin Alice the snow," he said, confusedly, and sank down. "God have mercy!" cried Bickersteth, as he caught the swaying body and laid it upon the ground. "He was there almost."
Now, in June, two years and a month since Bickersteth had gone into the wilds, they looked down upon the goal of one at least of the younger man who had triumphed in his quest up in these wilds abandoned centuries ago.
Now, in June, two years and a month since Bickersteth had gone into the wilds, they looked down upon the goal of one at least of the younger man who had triumphed in his quest up in these wilds abandoned centuries ago.
"It is it is that's it!" cried Bickersteth. "That's it oh, love o' God, that's it! Sir John Franklin Sir John Franklin, and all the brave lads that died up there! You remember the ship the Arctic Sea the ice-fields, and Franklin you remember him? Dear old man, say you remember Franklin?" The thing had seized him.
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