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It made him feel so prosperous to note her relapse into her old caustic habit of speech. Ah, if he were hurt or sore beset, every word would be tenderness. Birt shortly compassed a much desired object. The mule's revival of his ancient glories as a "turrible kicker" had injured his market value, and Birt's earnings enabled him to purchase the animal at a low price.
Birt wished he could see the expression of the stranger's eyes, indistinguishable behind the spectacles that glimmered in the light. "What do you say to fifty cents a day?" he continued briskly. Birt's heart sank suddenly. He had heard that Satan traded in souls by working on the avarice of the victim.
"Ye lef' no wood hyar, an' ye said ye would borry the mule, an' come home early a- purpose to haul some. An' me hyar with nuthin' to cook supper with but sech chips an' blocks an' bresh ez I could pick up off'n the groun'." Birt's troubles had crowded out the recollection of this domestic duty. "I clean furgot," he admitted, penitently.
Merry's presence was more valued here, or among the sorrowful widowed mothers in Spitalfields. Letter from Rev. A. M. W. Christopher Letter from Gulf of St. Lawrence-Mrs. Birt's Sheltering Home, Liverpool Letter to Mrs. Merry Letter from Canada Miss Macpherson's return to England Letter of cheer for Dr. Barnardo Removal to Hackney Home.
Not that he suspected the widow of having set this trap to frighten him. He was not learned, nor versed in feminine idiosyncrasies, but it does not require much wisdom to know that on no account whatever does a woman's best bonnet stay out all night in the dew, intentionally. The presence of her bonnet proved the widow's alibi. Like a flash he remembered Birt's anger the previous day.
Once more Birt was tortured by the terror of arrest he might yet suffer a prosecution from malignity, which had hitherto been withheld from policy. If only the mystery of the lost grant could be solved! The conversation of the elders had returned to the subject of the investigations around the "lick" and the terms for Birt's services.
And Birt's dilated eyes saw the yellow particles still glistening unchanged in the centre of the shovel, which was beginning to redden. Suddenly was the glistening yellow mineral taking fire? It began to give off sulphurous fumes. And drifting away with them were all Birt's golden visions and Nate's ill-gotten wealth ending in smoke! The sulphurous odor grew stronger.
This precaution might have seemed a practical joke on the mule, for the poor old animal was only too glad to stand stock still. Rufe continued his exclamatory indignation. "Jes' ter go lopin' off inter the woods huntin', 'thout lettin' ME know! An' I never gits ter go huntin' nohow! An' mam won't let me tech Birt's rifle, 'thout it air ez empty ez a gourd!
Mebbe them air the ways ez Nate l'arned whilst he war a-hangin' round the Settlemint so constant, an' forever talkin' ter the men thar." Birt's precocity had never let him feel at a disadvantage with Nate, although his friend was five years older.
He opened his clasp-knife, and walked slowly into the woods, looking about for a choice hickory sprout. He did not at once find one of a size that he considered appropriate to the magnitude of Birt's wickedness, and he went further perhaps than he realized, and stayed longer.
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