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"Do you know," continued Redclyffe, "how long you have been a figure in my life?" "I know it," said Colcord, "though you might well have forgotten it." "Not so," said Redclyffe. "I remember, as if it were this morning, that time in New England when I first saw you." "The man with whom you then abode," said Colcord, "knew who I was."
I just can't seem to stand the calculating, sordid wastage of young life and all that it involves. Now, of course, it has come closer home. And it's terrible." "You never would shoot anything for sport, would you, old fellow?" said Latham, sympathetically, "not even pheasants." Colcord tossed his beautifully modelled head.
"And his name?" said the stranger. "It was Edward Redclyffe," said the old man. "Ah, I see who you are," said the traveller, not too earnestly, but with a soft, gratified feeling, as the riddle thus far solved itself. "You are my old kindly instructor. You are Colcord! That is it. I remember you disappeared.
"Here lyeth the mortal part of Thomas Colcord, an upright man, of tender and devout soul, who departed this troublous life September ye nineteenth, 1667, aged 57 years and nine months. Happier in his death than in his lifetime. Let his bones be."
Dane's wife laughed a trifle hysterically. Simec arose and stood leaning forward, his hands upon the table. "The situation which Colcord devised, as it happens, is not so impossible as you think. In fact, it may prove to be quite feasible " He paused, but no voice rose to break the silence. The candle-lights were flickering softly in an entering breath of wind.
The plot, too, is a most ingenious one, turning and winding like a hare, and even diving out of sight for a time; but only to reappear again, as the school- master Colcord does, with a full and satisfactory explanation of its mysterious course.
This person, of whom the Doctor and his young people had had such a brief experience, appeared nevertheless to hang upon his remembrance in a singular way, the more singular as there was little resemblance between them, or apparent possibility of sympathy. Little Elsie was startled to hear Doctor Grim sometimes call out, "Colcord! Colcord!" as if he were summoning a spirit from some secret place.
In either case the least I can give to help it along is my life if that proves necessary.... When do you want me?" In the silence that followed Evelyn Colcord, sitting like a statue, unable to move nor to speak, passed through a limbo of nameless emotion. Through her mind swept a flashing filament of despair, hope, craven fear, and sturdy resolution.
The Game of Life and Death: Stories of the Sea By LINCOLN COLCORD, Author of "The Drifting Diamond," etc. With frontispiece. Decorated cloth, 12mo. $1.25 net. Upon the appearance of Mr. Colcord's The Drifting Diamond, critics throughout the country had a great deal to say on the pictures of the sea which it contained. Mr.
"The man whose grave I seek," said the stranger, "lived and died, in this country, under the assumed name of Colcord." "How do you expect to succeed in this ridiculous quest?" asked the Doctor, "and what marks, signs, directions, have you to guide your search?
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