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This gentleman, however, wrote me a letter, himself, inviting me to come and see him, which I had it not in my power to do. I understand he is now dead. Mr. Trant had been dead many years, and, as for Mr. Bogardus, I never knew what became of him. He was not in the line of promotion, and probably left the navy at the peace.
Come, Newt! Abel Newt! Come, Newt! It is I, Everardus, Dominie Bogardus come, come, come! and be d d, ding, dong, bell, amen-n-n-n! Later in the morning the bells rang again. The house doors opened, and the sidewalk swarmed with well-dressed people. Boniface Newt and his wife sedately proceeded to church not a new bonnet escaping Mrs.
Moya herself had written some time before, in the self-conscious manner of the newly engaged. Her aunt knew of course that Moya and Christine Bogardus had been room-mates at Miss Howard's, that the girls had fallen in love with each other first, and with visits at holidays and vacations, when the army girl could not go to her father, it was easily seen how the rest had followed.
And among the rest walked Lawrence Newt with Amy Waring, and Arthur Merlin with Hope Wayne. The painter had heard the voice of the Dominie Bogardus, which his fancy had heard in the air; or was he obeying another Dominie, of a wider parish, whose voice he heard in his heart? It was not often that the painter went to church.
In one of my grandfather's fields there is a great cairn which Adam Bogardus, they say, picked up, stone by stone, with his bare hands, and carted there when he was fourteen years old. We will build them into the walls of our new house for a blessing." "No," said Moya. "We will let sleeping stones lie!" There was impatience at the garrison for news that the hunters had started.
"I should not dare go in my own kitchen at this time of day. There are no women nowadays who know how to work in the way ladies used to work. If I could have such a housekeeper as you, Cerissa." Cerissa flushed and bridled. "What would Chauncey do!" "I don't expect you to be my housekeeper," Mrs. Bogardus smiled. "But I envy Chauncey." "She has come to ask a favor," thought Cerissa.
"No; nor 'heartbreak' either," said the doctor, helping himself to one of the colonel's cigars. "But I don't say there isn't enough to keep a woman awake nights, and to make those young men avoid the sight of each other for a time. Thanks, I won't smoke now. I'm going to take a look at Mrs. Bogardus as I go out."
In a few weeks he would have to make for shelter in one of the neighboring towns. Chauncey could not see what legal hold they had upon him even if they could catch him. He hardly came under the vagrancy law, since he had neither begged, nor helped himself appreciably to the means of subsistence. "That is just the point," Mrs. Bogardus insisted.
If ever I marry a soldier he shall be a colonel with a white mustache and a burnt-sienna complexion, and a sword-belt that measures what is the colonel's waist-measure, do you suppose?" Mrs. Bogardus listened to this nonsense with the smile of a silent woman who has borne a child that can talk. Moya had often noticed how uncritical she was of Christine's "unruly member."
I cannot tell you any more, but this we expect you and every one who knows" The dissenting voice from the bed closed her assertion with a hoarse "No! Not the man." "Good-by, Mrs. Bogardus," said the doctor. "Don't trouble to explain.
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