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Phil got at his task at once, and in a few moments she heard him whistling an accompaniment to the steady thud, thud of the axe as he swung it with strong, resolute arms. "He's a fine boy," was the Widow Cahill's muttered conclusion. Phil continued at his work without intermission until an hour had passed. Mrs. Cahill went out, begging that he come in and rest. "Rest?
Half roused by the noise, old Cahill would mutter something about keeping watch until the master came home. The old fellow had wrapped himself in his great-coat, and was sitting on a chair in the yard sound asleep. Fearing that he might catch cold, I woke him. But he treated the insinuation that he had slept a wink with such indignant contempt that I had to leave him to take his chance.
Cahill," he shouted, bursting into the room, with excited, flushed face. "What's this you say the circus? Land sakes, I haven't seen one since I was well, since I was a girl. I don't know." "You'll go, won't you?" urged Phil. "Of course, I'll go," she made haste to reply, noting the disappointment in his face over her hesitation. "And thank you very much." "Shall I come and get you, Mrs.
Charles and Evie had not heard it, and never must hear. No more must Paul. Over his children he felt great tenderness, which he did not try to track to a cause: Mrs. Wilcox was too far back in his life. He did not connect her with the sudden aching love that he felt for Evie. Poor little Evie! he trusted that Cahill would make her a decent husband. And Margaret? How did she stand?
Cahill, in her fright, suddenly started back, her chair tipped over and she landed in a heap on the ground at the end of the porch. The afternoon performance had passed without a hitch. While there were many town people there the greater part of the audience, which nearly filled the big tent, was composed of visitors from the country.
Tears are properly a woman's weapon, and when a man makes use of them, even in spite of himself, he is taking an advantage over the other sex which is unfair and outrageous. Lieutenant Ranson never knew the mischief the sympathy he had shown for his enemy caused in the heart of Mary Cahill, nor that from that moment she loved him deeply.
"Has she told you of what I said to her?" Cahill shook his head. "No, I haven't seen her. We've been taking account of stock all morning." "Then then you've heard nothing from her about me?" said Ranson. The post trader raised his head in surprise. "No. Captain Carr spoke to me about your arrest, and then said you wanted to see me first about something private."
Yet neither seemed pleased to see the other a little later in the day, when Mrs. Cahill climbing the hill with a full basket met Mrs. Devine descending with an empty one. For all of a sudden a pilgrimage to Margret's cottage in the Red Glen became the recognised thing.
Cahill was coming, and the three would have such a jolly chat, and perhaps end up at the Hippodrome. Margaret had no strong regard for Evie, and no desire to meet her fiance, and she was surprised that Helen, who had been far funnier about Simpson's, had not been asked instead. But the invitation touched her by its intimate tone.
But what with Mame missing the poncho out of our shop and the wound in my hand I guessed they'd all soon suspect me. I saw you did. So I thought I'd just confess to what I meant to do, even if I didn't do it." Ranson surveyed his father-in-law with a delighted grin. "How did you get that bullet-hole in your hand?" he asked. Cahill laughed shamefacedly. "I hate to tell you that," he said.
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