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Neil studied in silence a while, and Paul turned several pages of his book. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs and Cowan's voice hailed Paul from beyond the closed door. "O Paul, are you coming along?" Paul glanced irresolutely from the door to Neil's face, which was bent calmly over his book. Then "No," he called gruffly, "not to-night!" Neil was holding a levee.
"But don't put that thing back on in the morning," Cowan completed. "Your British uniform is at least presentable." "You sent for me, sir?" Siddons spoke from the doorway, his voice having the quality of one who is extremely bored especially bored with being sent for. "I did." Cowan's voice was crisp. The ends of his moustache began twitching jerkily.
Of the four sophomores Cowan's laughter and praise alone rang false. But Neil was supremely indifferent to that youth's sentiments. The others he soon discovered to be thoroughly good fellows, and there is no doubt but that he enjoyed the hospitality of Farmer Hutchins more than he would have enjoyed the freshman class dinner.
Stedman, the English commissary and historian, who accompanied Cornwallis in his Southern campaigns, thus speaks of the passage of the river at Cowan's Ford: "The light infantry of the guards, led by Colonel Hall, first entered the water.
"Gad, man! Did you signal?" "Oh, yes. I waved my hand. Rather original idea, don't you think? Perhaps you weren't expecting me to come back." "Frankly, Lieutenant, I wasn't." The look on Cowan's face was one of genuine admiration. "You have done a courageous thing, Lieutenant and I thought it foolhardy.
The walls were smoke-blackened, pitted with numerous small and clear-cut holes, and decorated with initials carelessly cut by men who had come and gone. Such was Cowan's, the best patronized place in many hot and dusty miles and the Mecca of the cowboys from the surrounding ranches.
Paul was deeply insulted by this plain speaking, and very promptly took himself off up-stairs to Cowan's room. Of late he spent a good deal of his time there and Neil was getting worried. For Cowan was notably an idler, and the wonder was how he managed to keep himself in college even though he was taking but a partial course.
But Neil explained and apologized until at length peace was restored. Then he had to tell Paul all about it from first to last, and Paul laughed until he choked; "I I just wish wish I had seen Cowan's face when he found it out!" he shrieked.
She was telling about the night that she had watched for the doctor. Not a word did she tell about, her friend, the doctor's agitation, nor what had caused it on that occasion, and she was very much relieved to find that her listeners did not seem to have heard about the circumstances of Ab Cowan's death. "Oh, I tell ye, Doctor Clay's the fellow," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Wilbur Cowan's fear that his brother might untimely stop the war proved baseless. The war went on despite the New Dawn's monthly exposure of its motive and sinister aims; despite its masterly paraphrase of a celebrated document declaring that this Government had been "conceived in chicanery and dedicated to the industrial slavery of the masses."
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