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At the same instant Brower rose in his stirrups and brought his arm forward in a wide, free swing. A blinding glare flashed across the world. We felt the thud and heave of a tremendous explosion. Dust obliterated everything. "Charge, you coyotes! Charge!" shrieked Buck Johnson. And at full speed, shrieking like fiends, we swept across flats. There was no general resistance.
It was too late to retreat: the fugitive felt that at the first movement back toward the wood he would be, as he afterward explained, "filled with buckshot." So the two stood there like trees, Brower nearly suffocated by the activity of his own heart; the other the emotions of the other are not recorded.
How'd it happen? he asked. 'I don't know. 'How's the pulse? he enquired, feeling for my wrist. I let him hold it in his hand. 'Will you bring me some water in a glass? he enquired, turning to Mrs Brower, just as I had seen him do many a time in Gerald's illness. Before she came with the water his head fell forward upon his breast, while he muttered feebly.
If my most esteemed friend, Park Commissioner Brower, will kindly have my name visibly and permanently affixed to that little park, and will direct that it be always kept as bright and beautiful with flowers as it now is, I shall be abundantly satisfied.
The voice of Bingham came to a pause, and that of Jane was presently distinguished in response trembling, apprehensive, lapsing away into little breaks and pauses. "I know it's dangerous," replied Brower. "And morphine, too. And all such things; they're not to be used except in the last extremity. So they are going to England for their wedding-trip, then?" "To England, yes."
She knew all, as we soon found out. 'I dew jes love t' see young folks enjoy themselves, said she, 'it's entrancin'. Coming in at our gate I saw a man going over the wall back of the big stables. The house was dark. 'Did you see the night man? Elizabeth Brower whispered as I lit the lamp. 'Went through the garden just now. I've been watching him here at the window.
Brower exhausted the stock column, read the record of deaths by way of doing a little religious reading, tried a line or two of a religious poem and found it too much for him, then rolled up a shawl for a sofa-pillow, put the paper over his head to shield him from the October flies, and went to sleep.
"The gentleman is a friend," said Mrs. Scarlet. "You need not fear to speak before him." "I hain't no wish to hear any private talk," said Nick Brower, and with that he cast a keen, knowing look into the visitor's face, and passed from the room. "We're alone, Professor." "So it seems." "What news do you bring?" "Have you heard of the midnight express robbery?" "I have."
Bates shrugged her shoulders "Yes," she proceeded, presently, "Cecilia Ingles and her immediate set are about the only real butterflies we have. However, I'm going to take her in hand pretty soon and make a good, earnest woman of her." "There is work for them all," said Brower. "But don't let's be too serious just now," rejoined Mrs. Bates in friendly caution.
They also insisted upon passing things that he could very well reach for himself, and their "bon soir, m'sieu'" was quite unfailing in its regularity. "This shaggy town may have a silver lining, after all," he would think; "but you've got to turn things inside out to find it." Near the exit Truesdale noticed Theodore Brower sitting with a demi-tasse before him.
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