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He saw with perfect clearness Mr. St. Clair's meaning, and a sense of keen humiliation possessed him as he realized what it was that he was expected to do. But it took some time for the full significance of the situation to dawn upon him. None knew better than he how important it was to the firm that this sale should be effected.
Géneviève seized upon me; she had several things to say, and before I got up stairs to my room all the rest of its inmates were in bed. I hoped they were asleep. I heard no sound while I was undressing, nor while I knelt, as usual now, by my bedside. But as I rose from my knees I was startled by a sort of grunt that came from St. Clair's corner. "Humph!
"With all due respect you'd better let me attend to you both," said a voice that Harry recognized as St. Clair's. "And maybe I could help a little," said another that he knew to be Happy Tom's. But their voices, like those of the colonels, were weak. Still he had positive proof that they were alive, and, as his heart gave a joyful throb or two, he stepped into the glade.
"Very good, Colonel, good by, good by!" The colonel did not notice Mr. St. Clair's offered hand, but nodding to Ranald, sauntered out of the office, leaving the two men alone. For a few moments Mr. St. Clair turned over his papers in silence. His face was flushed and smiling. "Well, that is a most happy deliverance, Ranald," he said, rubbing his hands. "But what is the matter? You are not well."
When he had sung and danced, there was hilarious applause. "Good for the kid," said the well-known actor. "What are you going to do with him, Lil?" "I'm going to try to get an engagement for us together in Rose St. Clair's Burlesque Company." "I'll help you," said the actor. "I know Rose. I'll go and see her right away, and you come there with the kid about 11 o'clock."
"Nothing more?" "More?" said he. "No. Nothing more." "How came the report that you were her dearest friend?" "From the father of lies," said Mr. Thorold; "if there ever was such a report; which I should doubt." "It came to me in Paris." "Did you believe it?" "I could not; but papa did. It came from Miss St. Clair's own particular friend, and she told mamma, I think, that you were engaged to her."
Severity of the Indian Ravages. Raids and Counter-raids. Throughout this period, whatever the negotiators might say or do, the ravages of the Indian war parties never ceased. In the spring following St. Clair's defeat the frontiers of Pennsylvania suffered as severely as those of Virginia, from bands of savages who were seeking for scalps, prisoners, and horses.
Clair was conscious of it, and poor Jamie knew it when she did. It was his custom to stay late at the bank, after hours. It closed at two o'clock; and in those days all merchants then went home to their dinner. Jamie, unknown to the cashier, would assume what he could of St. Clair's work, to get him home the sooner to Mercedes. It is to be hoped he always went there.
Clair's defeat on the Indians; it was at first a fort, and it remained a military post until the tribes about were reduced, and a fort was no longer needed. To this time belonged a tragedy, which my boy knew of vaguely when he was a child.
Clair's ruin was to be accomplished by another survivor of the Revolution "Mad" Anthony Wayne; "Mad" because of his fury in battle, the fierceness of his charge, and his recklessness of danger attributes which he shared with Benedict Arnold. He was thirty years of age at the opening of the Revolution, handsome, full of fire, and hungering for glory.
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