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During the succeeding winter I remember many pleasant evenings, when the Captain, the Major, Mrs. Buckley, and myself played whist, shilling points and the rigour of the game, and while Mary Hawker, in her widow's weeds, sat sewing by the fireside, contentedly enough. It was one evening during the next spring, and the game of whist was over for the night.
Many and anxious were the thoughts that chased each other through the busy brain of our hero during that dreary midnight walk. Before it was ended, he had almost resolved upon a plan of action, which was further matured while he prepared a can of strong hot coffee for poor Jacob Buckley.
He retraced his steps, and roughly grasped the other's arm, urging him forward. Buckley Simmons whimpered, but obeyed the pressure. The long, toilsome course began, a trail of frequent scarlet patches marking their way. Buckley lagged behind, shaking with exhaustion and chill, but Gordon commanded him on; he pulled him over deep ruts, cursed him into renewed energy.
Then Buckley gave a signal, which was recognized, and the two boats were brought close together. A short conversation between Buckley and the commander of the revenue boat was sufficient to acquaint the latter with the situation, and he promised to remain in the vicinity in order that he might come speedily to the aid of the Catwhisker when needed.
The night had now become very dark, but they knew the country well, and soon found themselves upon the old road they were seeking. "I will go up," said Reilly, "to the cabin of poor widow Buckley, where we will stop until we think those blood-hounds have gone home.
Then the governor said: 'Well, I think you have a most meritorious case, and so I will give you all I have." Doctor Buckley interrupted him hastily, saying: "Great heavens, are you going to build a cathedral?" "No," answered the clergyman; "all he had in his pocket was two dollars and fifty cents."
The hut where Lee had been murdered an ill-omened place; and as they came opposite to it, they saw two others approaching them in the moonlight Major Buckley and Alice Brentwood. Then Alice, pushing forward, bravely met her, and told her all all, from beginning to end; and when she had finished, having borne up nobly, fell to weeping as though her heart would break.
Barker, the house-keeper, the only one who did not submit at once to her kindly rule, protested, obstructed, protocolled, presented an ultimatum, and, at last, was so ill advised as to take up arms. There was a short campaign, lasting only one morning, a decisive battle, and Mrs. Barker was compelled to sue for peace. "Had Mr. Agnes Buckley encouraged Dr.
Buckley did most of the talking and spoke of New York City business men, already famous throughout the Middle West as giants of finance, as though they were his life-long friends. "They'll put over anything I ask them to," he declared. Clara tried to think of Alfred Buckley as a husband.
All the Irishmen in the country side. Such a turmoil I haven't seen since I was quartered at Cove. So that's your news, eh?" "And so you stepped on there without calling at home, did you?" said Mrs. Buckley. "And perhaps you know who the purchaser is." "Don't you know, my love?" "No, indeed!" said Mrs. Buckley. "I have been trying to find out these two days.
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