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When the vicar came and entered the little bedroom where the scared poacher, whose soul had died within him, was lying, still sick and weak, in his bed, and with a spirit that was prostrate with terror, Tom Chuff feebly beckoned the rest from the room, and, the door being closed, the good parson heard the strange confession, and with equal amazement the man's earnest and agitated vows of amendment, and his helpless appeals to him for support and counsel.
Miss Chuff cut out and stitched assiduously; Quimbleton and Bleak, under her directions, sewed on the buttons snipped from the uniform. Birds twittered in the greenery about them, and they all felt something of the elation of a picnic when the garments were done and Quimbleton retired to a neighboring copse to make the change.
The following rather inscrutable doggerel was found scrawled on a piece of paper: When Death doth reap And Chuff is sickled, He will not keep: He was never pickled. For Bishop Chuff This is ill cheer: That Time will force him To the bier. And when he stands On his last legs Then Death will drain him To the dregs. So when Chuff croaks Bury him on a high hill For he's a hoax Et praeterea nihil!
Isaacs 'as started for Chicago on business, and won't be back till the same day as Chuff, day after to-morrah." Clo drank in each word, and focussed her mind on its meaning. To-morrow, or the day after, her hour would come; then, or never. Churn's excursion had justified itself, and the morning after his first absence he went out again.
Miss Chuff, very pale, but obviously glad to put her spiritual gift at the disposal of her lover, was escorted to the platform by Bleak. The editor had been coached beforehand by Quimbleton as to the routine of the seance. "The first requirement," said Quimbleton to the awe-struck gathering, "is to put yourselves in the proper frame of mind.
Funny! I thought of you then and that's the last I remember till now." "I must have been in the house by that time," O'Reilly soothed her. "I had come for you! I was sure you'd be where Kit was, because of the pearls. Denham and I had been trying to track Churn and Kit and Chuff all the lot you told me about ever since you turned me down, in Krantz's Keller." "I didn't turn you down!"
Chuff may keep his appointment, or he may not. If the real Kit's turned up and told the truth, perhaps he won't dare, for fear of a trap. Still, he may, if he's got pluck, and a good disguise or if the police have nothing 'on' him. The gang won't want the false Kit to get away with what she knows if the real one's true to them. And they'll be eager to see whom they're up against.
Chuff, he gave me a piece of his bread and bacon at eight o'clock, so I ain't over hungry." Mrs. Peckaby brought forth the loaf and the cheese, and Peckaby cut himself some and ate it. Then he went upstairs. She stayed to put the eatables away, raked out the fire, and followed. Peckaby was already in bed. To get into it was not a very ceremonious proceeding with him, as it is not with many others.
They both listened in some agitation. "Sounds a little like an airplane, with one engine missing," said Bleak. "Can it be the sea, the surf breaking on the sand?" asked Miss Chuff. This seemed probable, and they accepted it as such; but as they pushed on through the tangle of saplings and bushes the sound seemed to localize itself on their left.
Tom Chuff was now often drunk, and not very often at home, except when he came in to sweep away his poor wife's earnings. Tom had long lost sight of the honest old parson. There was shame mixed with his degradation. He had grace enough left when he saw the thin figure of "t' sir" walking along the road to turn out of his way and avoid meeting him.
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