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'Why, said he, 'you see it hurts his pride and, beside, some one must cook. Jeames cooks." Cary laughed. "I left him getting up his load and hurrying off to roll call. Phoebus Apollo swincking for Mars! I was at Greenwood the other day. They all sent you their love." A colour came into Cleave's dark cheek. "Thank them for me when you write. Only the ladies are there?" "Yes.
Mr. Sparks simply stared into Mr. Cleave's eyes as he lay on his bed till he "went off". The experiments seemed so curious that witnesses were called, Mr. Darley and Mr. Thurgood. On Friday, 15th January, 1886, Mr. Cleave determined to try to see, when asleep, a young lady at Wandsworth to whom he was in the habit of writing every Sunday. He also intended, if possible, to make her see him.
Marchmont, only a few lengths behind, fired again. The ball went through Cleave's sleeve, grazing his arm and Dundee's shoulder. The two shot on, Marchmont behind, then the two mounted men, then the sharpshooters, running afoot. From the road the remainder of the company watched with immemorial, white-heat interest the immemorial incident. "He's wounded the bay's wounded, too!
"It's strange to me," said Allan presently, "that any one should be gay to-day." As he spoke he glanced up at the face of the man riding beside him on the great bay. There was yet upon the road a faint after-light enough light to reveal that there were tears on Cleave's cheek. Involuntarily Allan uttered an exclamation.
Among these he now placed Christianna's gift. It was soft and full and bright he had the same pleasure in handling it that he would have felt in touching a damask rose. He shut it in and rose from his knees. He had on his uniform. They had been slow in coming the uniforms from Richmond. It was only Cleave's patient insistence that had procured them at last.
There were brick and frame houses, modest enough; there were three small, white-spired churches, many locust and ailanthus trees, a covered bridge thrown across the river to a village upon the farther side and, surrounding all, a noble frame of mountains. There was, in those days, no railroad. Cleave's hundred men, having the town at large for their friend, stood in no lack of quarters.
There is an excellent golf course on the Scarborough Bluffs, the rugged, seamed, and fissured cliffs that form the northern shore of Lake Ontario, near Toronto. Boarding a trolley-car, Mr. McMurtrie soon reached the club-house, where he found his friend Harry Cleave already awaiting him. "Hullo, Mac. Day's work done?" was Mr. Cleave's salutation. "Indeed it is.
I was awful tired hungry and thirsty and my head swimming I just dropped out, meaning to catch up after a bit! I had a sore foot. Major Cleave's awful hard on me " "You're a disgrace to your company," said Cleave. "If we did not need even shadows and half men you would be drummed home to Thunder Run, there to brag, loaf, and rot " Steve began to whine. "I meant to catch up, I truly did!"
It lit Cleave's head and face as by a candle closely held. The other uttered a sound, a hard and painful gasp. "You have seen her!" "Yes." "Did she tell you that?" "No. She does not know why I misunderstood. Nor shall I tell her." "You have seen her You are happy?" "Yes, I am happy." "She loves you She is going to marry you?" "Yes." The wood stood very quiet.
Here, Cleave, coming to report, found his commander. Jackson was sitting, feet planted as usual, arms at side as usual, listening to his chief of staff. He acknowledged Cleave's salute, with a glance, a slight nod of the head, and a motion of the hand to one side. The young man waited, standing by a black haw upon the bank of the little stream.
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