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"Do you know what dat man has been?" he demanded, shaking a trembling finger towards Bunker's house, "he has been everything but an honest man a faro-dealer, a crook, a gambler! He vas nothing a bum when his vife heard about him and come here from Boston to marry him! Dey vas boy-und-girl sveetheart, you know.
That is my daddy!" cried Laddie, as he saw his father pushing his way through the crowd, looking on all sides, as if hunting for something or for somebody. Why, to be sure, for Laddie himself! "Better call to him," suggested the man. "I don't believe he sees you." "Here I am, Daddy!" shouted Laddie, and, letting go of the man's hand, he ran straight into Mr. Bunker's arms.
The veterans kissed the children, and Morton gave Thomas Jefferson Harmar a bullet from Bunker's Hill, telling him to learn what his countrymen had fought and bled for, and to act like them on a like occasion, if any such should ever occur, which he earnestly hoped would never be the case. Mr.
And then she said she would go up to the attic where, in a press in which she kept garments belonging to a church society, there were some warm clothes that might fit the colored boy. Rose and Vi went with Aunt Jo to help, or to look on; but Margy and the three boys stayed with their mother to hear more that the visitor might say. "My name's Sam," he replied to Mother Bunker's question.
Perhaps I shouldn't call him a ragged boy any longer, for he was not, with Bunker's clothes on. "Mother, is he going to stay with us?" asked Bunny that evening when it was nearly supper time, and the new boy Tom Vine had gone after a pail of water at the spring. "Would you care to have him stay?" asked Mrs. Brown. "Yes," said Sue. "He's nice. I like him."
Hero of Bunker's Hill. Thy presence now my soul doth thrill! This is a sacred and heavenly spot Where thou, Putnam, didst thy body drop; May future generations be blest With the patriotic spirit thou possessed! Thy memory is like a sweet balm, That will bless and do no harm."
These were ugly times, as it was. If Mrs. Bunker's services had not been properly rewarded or considered it was certainly a great shame, but really HE could not be expected to make it good. Certain parties had cost him trouble enough already. Besides, really, she must see that his position between her husband, whom he respected, and a certain other party was a delicate one. But Mrs.
"God bless you, Amy dear!" were the words that unconsciously stole to his lips; and going into the office, Lawrence Newt told Thomas Tray that he should not return that afternoon, wished his clerks good-day, and hurried around the corner into Front Street. ABEL NEWT, vice SLIGO MOULTRIE REMOVED. The Plumers were at Bunker's.
The car stopped, the occupants alighted, and the Countess, supported on the strong arm of Ri, scuttled down the platform. "Bonker, take her in mit you!" groaned the Baron, and his head vanished from the Count's sight. Even this ordeal was not too much for Bunker's fidelity.
Up the wash to the west, where the automobile road went, a big camp had sprung up in his absence; but when he topped the hill and gazed down on Pinal nothing had changed, it was just the same. The street was broad and empty, the houses still in ruins, his cave still there across the creek; and from the chimney of Bunker's house a column of smoke mounted up to show that supper was being cooked.
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