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'O, Miss Rose! and I was coming to you. Miss Bonner's gone back to her convulsions again. She's had them all night. Her hair won't last till thirty, if she keeps on giving way to temper, as I tell her: and I know that from a barber. 'Tush, you stupid Polly! Does she want to see me? 'You needn't suspect that, Miss. But you quiet her best, and I thought I'd come to you. But, gracious!
Passes here most days in his car, he does always running over from Buddesby, as is but natcheral." Starden Hall gates stood about a quarter of a mile out of Starden village, and midway between the village and the Hall gates was Mrs. Bonner's clean, typically Kentish little cottage. Artists were Mrs. Bonner's usual customers. The cottage was old, half-timbered and hipped-roofed.
For the Countess had an itch of the simplest feminine curiosity to know whether the dear child had any notion of accomplishing a certain holy duty of the perishable on this earth, who might possess worldly goods; and no hints not even plain speaking, would do. Juliana did not understand her at all. The Countess exhibited a mourning-ring on her finger, Mrs. Bonner's bequest to her.
"You burst in there like a like a tiger, and scared me out of my seven senses." "That was entirely your fault. I was merely trying to escape from the house. You see when I left Florida you were living, as I supposed, at Miss Bonner's, and as soon as you came in it was my cue to leave, in view of the ferocity of your remarks the last time we met here."
Then she did tell the story of the clergyman's love and the clergyman's discomfiture; but she said not a word of Ralph's declaration and Ralph's great sin on that fatal evening. And the way in which she told her story about the one brother altogether disarmed Mary Bonner's suspicion as to the other.
I can't say exactly how long I shall be away, but in the meantime I would like to keep my rooms here." Mrs. Bonner's face cleared. "Oh yes," she said, "ezackly, I see!" "I shall run up to Town to-night, and I will write you or wire you when you may expect me back. It may be a week, it may be less; anyhow, I shall come back." "I am very glad to hear that, Mr. Alston," said Mrs. Bonner heartily.
It is to the credit of the "Ledger" that it rarely loses a subscriber. It has become a family paper. A recent writer thus refers to Mr. Bonner's early experience advertising: "His mode of advertising was new, and it excited both astonishment and ridicule. His ruin was predicted over and over again. But as he paid as he went along, he alone would be the sufferer. He was assailed in various ways.
Bonner at the Chicago Club, and the new major-general commanding the military division graciously accepted Bonner's bid to be one of the dinner-party, and took Geordie aside after coffee had been served, noting that the silent young fellow neither smoked nor touched his wine, and asked him a few questions about the Point and many about the mines, and at parting the general was so good as to express the wish that when Geordie came out to join in September he would stop and see him, all of which was very flattering to a young fellow just out of cadet gray, and Geordie, as in duty bound, said that he certainly would, little dreaming how soon how very soon he and the old regiment would be riding hard under the lead of that hard-riding leader, and facing a foe led by warriors true and tried a foe any ten of whom could have made mince-meat of ten times their number of such foemen as Graham had met at the mines.
Crow and the girls flew out to the gate, babbling their surprise and greetings. "This is my mother," introduced the young lady. "We have just come from New York, Mrs. Crow. We sail for England this week, and I must see Rosalie before we go. How can we get to Mr. Bonner's place?" "It's across the river, about twelve miles from here," said Mrs. Crow. "Come in and rest yourselves.
"Anything to get home," he had told the Texan when he had slipped Bonner's other revolver, an hour before, into his pocket. On the saloon deck the flame of fear was still raging, although the sailors and the three stewards were so many moving automatons under the First Officer's orders.
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