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Updated: June 20, 2025
Nobody shall ever know about last night's doings from me, and I'll make it my business to forget them if you deserve it. What do you say?" Ches lifted his head and looked her squarely in the face. "I'll come," he said huskily. "It ain't no use to try and thank you, Miss Calista. But I'll live my thanks." And he did.
Ford, giving the herder's frying-pan a last wipe with the dish-cloth, laughed at the thought of taking the responsibility offered him in that letter. It was long since he had seen Ches and there had been a time when one bed held the two of them through many a long, weary night; when one frying-pan cooked the scanty food they shared between them.
"I heard it down at the harbor, Thyra. Mike McCready's vessel, the Nora Lee, was just in from the Magdalens. Ches and Joe got capsized the night of the storm, but they hung on to their boat somehow, and at daybreak they were picked up by the Nora Lee, bound for Quebec. But she was damaged by the storm and blown clear out of her course.
"Chester," she said, as tranquilly as if about to ask him the most ordinary question in the world, "why did you climb into my house last night and try to steal my money?" Ches Maybin started convulsively, as if he meant to spring from the buggy at once, but Miss Calista's hand was on his arm in a grasp none the less firm because of its gentleness, and there was a warning gleam in her grey eyes.
But he reached out and clenched his fingers upon Mason's arm so tight that Mason set his teeth, and he looked at him long, as if there was much that he would like to put into words and could not. "Say! You're white clear down to your toes, Ches," he said finally, and walked away hurriedly with his hat jerked low over his eyes.
Ches an' me got along fine. He was a game little rooster, an' his college stories used to tickle me half to death. I never would have believed that a little feller could 'a' been a college athlete; but Ches had got his pictures in the papers, time an' again.
There's nobody there now." "No, only a few Government officials and some odds and ends of hangers-on. To be sure, Congress is in session, but there's nobody there. My train's been called, Ches; so long." "Let me carry your bag." Chester reached for it. "I say, this isn't a tool-kit this is a stunner of a regulation travelling bag.
Burns, also in dust-coat pulled on over his evening clothes, grinned cheerfully. "Deserter?" he queried. "You'll be back within the hour, won't you?" "Less than that, probably. The Imp's running like a bird to-night show you her paces when we get out. Hi, there! Who's that chasing us? Well, of all the you, too, Ches?"
"Cynthia's planned a dinner that will be about as different from Lazier's concoctions as could be imagined," Winifred said to Martha, "but it will taste what Ches calls 'licking good. Now for the table. I'm afraid Red's china and linen are none too fine. We'll have to help him out there." They helped him out.
"I suppose he counted the dead after the battle, and told Ches truthfully " "Phenie, that sounds catty! When you get down on a man, you're perfectly unmerciful, and Ford doesn't deserve it. You shouldn't judge men by the narrow, Eastern standards. I know it's awful for a man to drink and fight. But Ford wasn't altogether to blame.
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