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She likes it they like it I like it you ought to like it. And you certainly can't object to my having taken them en masse to see Marsden in the play. By George! I'll drag him to theirs. We'll show him an Ophelia! that Mary Conners is a little genius." "She is wonderful," agreed Miss Masters. "The grace of her! The dignity! What she herself would call the culture-an'-refinement!"
The second mate, Mr. Conners, was a little, weasel-faced man, of uncertain extraction, who had a great idea of his importance, and like other mates I have seen, bustled about the decks, as if to make up in noise and bustle deficiencies in merit; forgetting that a quiet, decided, straightforward manner is more effective in enforcing authority, and establishing discipline, than the roughest language breathed through iron lungs.
He had mortgaged his farm to help the Confederate cause and to pay indemnity for a guerilla raid, and Jerome Conners held his notes for large amounts. "The lawyer told me that he believed some of the notes were forged, but he couldn't prove it. He says it is doubtful if more than the house and a few acres will be left." A light broke in on Chad's brain. "He told you?" Margaret blushed.
Here's the mate to it that he give your mother on the same day, an' I picked up Mona's rosary lyin' on the bed an' showed him the cross on it. They was as like as two peas, only on the back of hers was carved the name of Mona Conners. "Well, we had to break the news to her gently, an' it's the happy woman she was for the next few days in spite of all the pain she suffered.
Why should I? I've been major long enough. I believe in giving the other fellows a show." "Who, for instance?" "Well, I'd like to see Bart Conners made major. He's one of the best soldiers we have, and he keeps Company B up to the scratch." "Bart is all right. But what about the other fellows?" "Well, I am not so anxious about the captaincies. Let the best fellows win."
Perhaps one man who saw them did know: for Jerome Conners, from the woods opposite, watched the prisoners ride by with a malicious smile that nothing but impending danger to an enemy could ever bring to his face; and with the same smile he watched Margaret go slowly back to the house, while her flag still fluttered from the stile. The high tide of Confederate hopes was fast receding now.
He sneered: "Aw, hell, it's a frame up. How can my finger prints be on " he sprang to his feet. "I wasn't there, I tell you, I wasn't there." The last word ended in a scream. He stood tense, rigid and fell back into his chair. He took an ornate handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his palms. He passed the handkerchief over his face. Conners looked toward the men who had brought in the prisoner.
"Hello, Carley! Now say it to our faces," called out Geralda Conners, a fair, handsome young woman of thirty, exquisitely gowned in the latest mode, and whose brilliantly tinted complexion was not the natural one of health. "Say what, Geralda?" asked Carley. "I certainly would not say anything behind your backs that I wouldn't repeat here."
The Major paid the levy with the first mortgage he had ever given in his life, and straightway Jerome Conners, who had been dealing in mules and other Government supplies, took an attitude that was little short of insolence toward his old master, whose farm was passing into the overseer's clutches at last.
There were no rich people of their faith unless one except the Conners, who owned the saw-mill and were well-to-do not even many poor to club their mites; more disheartening yet, the parish roll held about an equal proportion of Irish and German names.
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