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In order to give Brigham a share of the glory, Will pulled off saddle and bridle, and advanced bareback to the slaughter. That closed the contest. Score, sixty-nine to forty-eight. Comstock's friends surrendered, and Cody was dubbed "Champion Buffalo Hunter of the Plains."
She thought it would be splendid to have help, and great fun to try book methods for taking moths, so it was arranged. As Philip rode away, Mrs. Comstock's eyes followed him. "What a nice young man!" she said. "He seems fine," agreed Elnora. "He comes of a good family, too. I've often heard of his father. He is a great lawyer." "I am glad he likes it here. I need help. Possibly " "Possibly what?"
For some reason every tangible evidence of her father was banished, and she was at last to be allowed to take his place. She turned to look at her mother. Mrs. Comstock's face was white and haggard, but on it rested an expression of profound peace Elnora never before had seen. As she studied the features on the pillow beside her, the heart of the girl throbbed in tenderness.
"Come, father," said Philip, rising. "You were going to show Miss Comstock's letter to Edith!" suggested Mr. Ammon. "I have not the slightest interest in Miss Comstock's letter," said Edith Carr. "You are not even interested in the fact that she says you are not responsible for her going, and that I am to call on you and be friends with you?" "That is interesting, indeed!" sneered Miss Carr.
Ashly Crane was henceforth known among Pussy Comstock's girls during their sojourn in London. He had not made quite the same favorable impression upon Miss Comstock, who was acquainted with all sorts and conditions of men. The two recognized immediately an antagonism of interests, and spent this first evening of their acquaintance in reconnoitering each other's position with Adelle.
Mrs. Comstock's arms tightened. With a shaking hand she stroked the bright hair. "Tell me, honey," she said. "Is he to blame for a single one of these tears?" "Not one!" sobbed Elnora. "Oh mother, I won't forgive you if you don't believe that. Not one! He never said, or looked, or did anything all the world might not have known. He likes me very much as a friend. He hated to go dreadfully!"
What one thing epitomizes the whole month, and makes it just a little different from any other?" "The birth of these big night moths," said Elnora promptly. Philip clapped his hands. The tears started to Mrs. Comstock's eyes. She took Elnora in her arms, and kissed her forehead. "You'll do!" she said. "June is June, not because it has bloom, bird, fruit, or flower, exclusive to it alone.
His dead hand still reaches forth to keep the subject of prevention of conception where he placed it in the same legal category with things unclean and vile. Forty years ago the laws were changed and the chief work of Comstock's life accomplished. Those laws still live, legal monuments to ignorance and to oppression.
For a picture of perfect loveliness she scarcely could have been surpassed, and the eyes of Philip Ammon seemed to be in working order. "Moth-er!" called Elnora. There was an undulant, caressing sweetness in the girl's voice, as she sung out the call in perfect confidence that it would bring a loving answer, that struck deep in Mrs. Comstock's heart.
Some urged him to secrete himself in the hold, others to go aloft until Comstock's rage should be abated; but alas! the reflection that the ship afforded no secure hiding place, determined him to confront the ringleader, and if he could not save his life by fair means, to sell it dearly!
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