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Updated: May 13, 2025
It was too wild a country, many people said, for quasi-strangers, and the Briscoes were not justified in lingering so long at their summer cottage here in the Great Smoky Mountains after the hotel of the neighboring springs was closed for the season, and its guests and employees all vanished town-ward.
He cuts across to the railroad to have a sure footing, and strikin' for the deepo for shelter near place as any except Briscoes' where he'd said good-night already and prob'ly don't wish to go back, 'fear of givin' trouble or keepin' 'em up anybody can understand that. He comes along, and gets to where we are precisely at the time they do, them comin' from town, him strikin' for it.
There was a startling answer; a lance of living fire hurled from the sky, riving the fields before his eyes, while crash on crash of artillery numbed his ears. With that his common-sense awoke and he looked about him. He was almost two miles from town; the nearest house was the Briscoes' far down the road. He knew the rain would come now. There was a big oak near him at the roadside.
The editor was to be delivered to the Briscoes at eventide and returned by them again at dewy morn; and this was to be the daily programme.
Hitherto, however, the Briscoes had flouted the suggestion, protesting that this and not the spring was the "sweet o' the year." The autumn always found the fires flaring on the cosy hearths of their pretty bungalow, and they were wont to gaze entranced on the chromatic pageantry of the forests as the season waned.
"Father, aren't you coming to have luncheon with me?" "Mr. Parker, what are we to do?" whispered the old man, hoarsely. "Is it too far to take her to Briscoes'?" "In the rain?" "Take her with you to Tibbs's." "Their noon meal is long since over; and their larder is not is not extensive." "Father!" called the girl. She was stirring; they could hear her moving about the room.
It rained, and I stepped under the tree for shelter. There was a man on the other side of the fence. It was Bob Skillett. He was carrying his gown and hood I suppose it was that on his arm. Then I saw two others a little farther east, in the middle of the road; and I think they had followed me from the Briscoes', or near there.
Todd encountered a fellow-townsman, who had been pacing up and down in front of a cottage, crooning to a protestive baby held in his arms. He had paused in his vigil to stare after Harkless. "Whereas he bound for, William?" inquired the man with the baby. "Briscoes'," answered William, pursuing his way.
"Good God, Lillian!" exclaimed Bayne, losing his balance altogether at the accusation. "How have I arrogated magnanimity, or anything else? I assume nothing! I have sought to efface myself while here, as far as might be. For the sake of all concerned you, the Briscoes, les convenances, myself I could not run away at the sight of you, like a whipped hound! But I perceive my error.
You said a heap of things about Grandfather Briscoe that makes me kind of proud I'm his grandson. Well, the Briscoes ain't takin' presents from the state yet. Anybody can have the frame that wants it. Hit her up, boys." Away scuttled the San Saba delegation out of the hall, down the steps, along the dusty street. Halfway to the San Saba country they camped that night.
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