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Set right down, Nuss, do. Oh, it's dreadful times!" A handkerchief which was in readiness for any emotional overflow was here called on for its function. Nurse Byloe let herself drop into a flaccid squab chair with one of those soft cushions, filled with slippery feathers, which feel so fearfully like a very young infant, or a nest of little kittens, as they flatten under the subsiding person.
Bathsheba had said all she could in the way of consolation, and hastened back to her mother's bedside, which she hardly left, except for the briefest of visits. "It's a great trial, Miss Withers, that's laid on you," said Nurse Byloe.
The first thing he did was to get her a nurse, for he saw that neither of the two women about her exercised a quieting influence upon her nerves. So he got her old friend, Nurse Byloe, to come and take care of her. The old nurse looked calm enough at one or two of his first visits, but the next morning her face showed that something had been going wrong.
"I s'pose the jedge attended to his earthly affairs before he went off, Colonel Grayson?" he said. Grayson nodded. "Will witnessed, signed all correct?" "Yes." Byloe gave a dolorous cough: "Folks are talkin' a good deal about Dave Cabarreux as the heir. Dave's the next of kin." Grayson pushed the ashes into his pipe in imperturbable silence.
Boyer's not the sort of man to die as long as a good thing like this is in the dice. Why, Boyer's young, sir. He's got more brains and experience and vitality than all the damned wooden Cabarreuxes in a lump." Byloe squirted tobacco-juice skilfully into the puddle between his feet, and winked at the squire.
There was not a more knowing pair of eyes, in their way, in a circle of fifty miles, than those kindly tranquil orbs that Nurse Byloe fixed on Cynthia Badlam.
It's that dreadful will of hers never was broke. I've always been afraid that she would turn out a child of wrath. Did y' ever watch her at meetin' playing with posies and looking round all the time of the long prayer? That's what I've seen her do many and many a time. I'm afraid Oh dear! Miss Byloe, I'm afraid to say what I'm afraid of.
He was too modest to push himself, and war was hardly the right groove for him, after all." "So this great man was a personal friend of yours, Sam?" asked Byloe with another wink and shrug at the crowd. The major nodded: "Yes. I wasn't always a drunken loafer in Sevier, nor Ike Byloe's companion," he said quietly. There was a laugh of applause.
As soon, too, as it was noised about that Calhoun's wagon was in town the women all came out to find Isabel. Sevier was dismal enough after the funeral, and needed heartening, and, as Byloe said, "That young woman hed spirit enough for all Haywood county." Isabel was an intimate friend of every woman in town.
"I was suggestin' that Boyer had a chance Governor Boyer of Iowy: Sam hyar'd prefer him. Ef Dave gits the proputty, he'll take somethin' else that Dave's set his heart on, eh?" chuckling. "Sam knows Boyer." The lawyer looked up quickly. He said nothing, but Byloe noted the glance. "Boyer is the man!" he thought, and hurried off to tell the news. When he was gone Mr.
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