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And then the Honorable Tom Coston said he'd be doggoned if he was going to wait another minute, and he didn't for Kate kissed him on both cheeks and gave him her father's message, congratulating him on his appointment as judge, and thanking him in advance for all the kindness he would show his daughter.
Coston was the most beloved of all the epicures of his time, and his famous terrapin- stew one of the marvellous, delicacies of the period had been cooked in these same chafing-dishes. The mahogany-colored Cerberus had been Coston's slave as well as butler, and still belonged to the estate.
They told me you were ill, child not a word of truth in it! No, Mr. Coston, you sha'n't even have one of her little fingers until I get through loving her. What's your mammy's name Henny? Well, Henny, you take Miss Kate's things into her room that one at the top of the stairs."
At last in the distance we saw the red, white, and blue Coston signal of the Burnside's launch, its skipper doubtless asking us for a guiding light, our lantern on the masthead not being visible over a mile.
Coston?" she rejoined, ignoring his compliment. "Do I remember her! The belle of fo' counties, my dear eve'ybody at her feet; five or six gentlemen co'tin' her at once; old Captain Barkeley, cross as a bear wouldn't let her marry this one or that one kep' her guessin' night and day, till one of 'em blew his brains out, and then she fainted dead away.
But our joy was dampened suddenly by some one suggesting that the search-light might have been merely a coincidence as to time, and that the ship was in reality using it, as often happened, for other purposes. Then, too, as this same Jeremiah pointed out, a distress rocket would always be answered by a rocket, or at least by a Coston signal.
Dawson, facilitating the other's search by pointing with a much-chewed cigarette. It was at this moment that Nature's smile was shut off as if by a tap. For the lady in the pink skirt had been in receipt of Mr. Coston's respectful devotion for the past eight days. From this point onwards the march of events was rapid. Mr. Coston, rising, asked Mr. Dawson who he thought he, Mr. Dawson, was. Mr.
In spite of violent thunderstorms, seriously interfering with artillery activity, fighting continued in this sector on July 14 and 15, 1916. Italian troops made some progress on the southern slopes of Sogli Bianchi, south of Borcola and the Corno di Coston and in the Boin Valley, where they occupied Vanzi on the northern slopes of Monte Hellugio.
Suddenly Janet stopped and pointed stiffly seaward. "The bar!" she groaned. "See! a rocket!" Thornly strained his eyes. "Another!" the girlish voice was tense and hoarse. "They are on the outer bar. God help them! Here, get the Coston out. Strike a light! My hands are stiff. Oh! it rises! They answer! They know we have seen them. Poor souls! Come, we must run!" Two rockets!
"Better put Mrs. Coston on the bench and set Tom to rocking the cradle," said the young man, reaching for the plate of corn pone. "She's a thoroughbred if ever I saw one, and does credit to her blood. But go on tell me about the birds. Are they flying high? and the duck blinds; have they fixed them up? They were all going to pot when I was there last."
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