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Fortescue took no part in this affair between the Colonel and the adored of his heart; Anita and the Colonel had always settled their problems between themselves solely. Sergeant McGillicuddy had something to do with wringing from the Colonel his consent that Anita should ride with Broussard. "Accordin' to my way of thinkin', Mr.
The Colonel and the chaplain began to make conversation, as Kettle carried the After-Clap off, still proclaiming he had seen Broussard kiss Anita. The two soldiers grinned silently at each other. The whole party started off to the C. O.'s house, Mrs. Fortescue walking between the Colonel and the chaplain, while Broussard and Anita brought up the rear.
It so happened that there was a door which stood half open, and Broussard being hard pressed doubled by this and darted in. He was but a couple of yards ahead and I alone observed this stratagem. When he vanished to the right, I slipped in behind, just as our foremost pursuers swept by.
Then, the After-Clap I always feel so ridiculously young whenever I look at that baby." At this the Colonel's heart was soothed and he did not hate Broussard quite so much. There was, however, no let-up in Broussard's ardent wooing of the Colonel, who took it a trifle more graciously.
Kettle, having heard that Broussard was leaving, came out of the dining-room, where he had been washing dishes, and wiping his hands on his long checked gingham apron, offered a friendly grasp to Broussard. "I ain' goin' ter let Miss 'Nita furgit you, suh," Kettle whispered, "doan' you be skeered of Mr. Conway he treat Miss 'Nita same like he did when she wear her hair down her back."
Lawrence, who appeared to notice little that went on around her, observed that Anita's eyes always sought the photograph of Broussard on the mantel, but his name was never uttered between them, nor did Mrs. Lawrence ever ask Anita to write another letter. On Anita's birthday, in the afternoon, she went to see Mrs.
Out in the winter night Broussard cursed himself for falling in love with a child, who was an embodied caprice and did not know her own mind one hour thrilling him with her gladness and her low voice and her violin, and the next, looking at him as if he were a stock or a stone. But she was so precociously charming!
She knew no more of actual love-making than the After-Clap, but she was an inveterate reader of poetry and romance, and had not studied the poets and romancists for nothing. Perhaps Broussard would say more to her at that thought a lovely light came into Anita's innocent eyes. Perhaps he had forgotten everything. Then Anita's eyes were troubled.
Thinking Broussard had sought some secret means of escape known to himself, and fearing he would get away, I dashed madly on, only to fetch up with a terrific thump against a stone wall. The shock dazed me and I fell in a heap to the floor. Perhaps it was as well, for I made no further noise. But I listened.
Nor did Anita know what reply she made. After a deep and rapturous silence they returned to earth, only to find it still Heaven. "I love you better than anything on earth except my honor," said Broussard, holding Anita's little gloved hand in his. "Yes," answered Anita softly, "next your honor." "And I have loved you for a long time," Broussard continued, "for a whole year."
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