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"Over to look at some timber on the West Branch." "I heard voices," Blakeman said, "full half an hour ago" and he pointed in the direction from which Holcomb had come "and did you see anybody?" "Yes," said Holcomb, after a moment's thoughtful hesitation, "I did." "Whom?" "Mrs. Thayor and the doctor, out for a walk." "Of course," said Blakeman, looking queerly into Holcomb's eyes.
While originally hailing from Ireland, and while retaining some of the characteristics of his race his good humor being one of them Blakeman yet possessed that smoothness and deference so often found in an English servant.
"Blakeman," exclaimed Holcomb, unable to contain himself longer, "the man whom you and I serve is my friend. Sam Thayor never did a mean thing in his life he's not that kind. It's his daughter, too, whom I am thinking about. You've known them both as well as I do longer in fact " "And far better," added Blakeman. "It is a pleasure to serve a master like Mr.
"Why, Alice!" he exclaimed, all his love for her in his eyes. "Yes I don't wonder you are astonished," she said, regarding them both mischievously. "The day is too glorious to breakfast in bed; besides, I've slept like a top. Sam, the camp is exceedingly pretty," she went on, as Blakeman ceremoniously pushed a chair beneath her and hurriedly laid the unexpected cover.
He had not only Thayor's happiness to think of, but Margaret's as well. Both, he determined, must be kept in ignorance of what, so far, only he and Blakeman knew. "The morning the little fellow, Le Boeuf, got hurt," Blakeman went on, "the doctor took Miss Margaret for a walk. I was in the pantry and saw them start off together in the woods down by the brook.
Whether he will believe that he is "the wisest man of them all" is doubtful; but, however this may be, he will find himself in their company growing wiser, stronger, tenderer, and truer. It has been well said, that "Plutarch's Lives is the book for those who can nobly think and dare and do." The Lost and Found; or Life among the Poor. By SAMUEL B. HALLIDAY. New York: Blakeman & Mason. 1859.
He gathered up the pair of fat partridges and stuffed them in his pocket. "And you advise me to tell him?" asked Holcomb slowly. "No," returned Blakeman, "I don't. It would go hard with him and Miss Margaret; he's had hell enough in his life already; he's happy now so is Miss Margaret. It's not always you find two people happy in the same family."
It meant separation to them. I saw her hand it to the doctor to read. Do you know what he did? He condemned Miss Margaret's lungs told her mother the child had consumption. By God I could have strangled him!" Holcomb gripped the log on which he sat, staring grimly at the butler. "Yes, ordered her here!" continued Blakeman. "That was their way out. Damn him!
Between the managing officers, who had felicitated themselves on having secured a congregation containing the creme de la creme of the city, on one hand, and the disquieted Mr. Blakeman, who found the church growing uncomfortably cold, on the other, Mrs.
"And so you got my note?" he inquired, stiffening up, yet determined to ignore her touch of sarcasm, and so preserve the peace. "Oh, yes; Blakeman did not forget. He never forgets anything you tell him. I must say it was very thoughtful of you after our interview a night or two before." This came with a shrug of her shoulders, the smile still flickering about her mouth.
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