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Updated: June 5, 2025
THURSDAY. I suppose there must be a cycle in the fatigue of travelling, for when I awoke next morning, I was entirely renewed in spirits and ate a hearty breakfast of porridge, with sweet milk, and coffee and hot cakes, at Burlington upon the Mississippi. Another long day's ride followed, with but one feature worthy of remark. At a place called Creston, a drunken man got in.
Royall had disappeared, and in the distance she heard the receding sound of Julia's laugh. The boat, laden to the taffrail, was puffing away on her last trip. AT two o'clock in the morning the freckled boy from Creston stopped his sleepy horse at the door of the red house, and Charity got out. Harney had taken leave of her at Creston River, charging the boy to drive her home.
After a week of hesitation she agreed to leave her home at Creston and meet Vannicock on the ridge hard by, and to accompany him to Bath, where he had secured lodgings for her, so that she would be only about a dozen miles from his quarters. Accordingly, on the evening chosen, she laid on her dressing-table a note for her husband, running thus:
Here, the boys would have taken their boat and rowed home, but the colonel insisted on carrying them down to Creston, which was quickly done in the bracing breeze. "Remember, as soon as you are ready," he said as he left them, "I will swear you in as Scouts."
So the race was put off from time to time in the hope that the wind would die down so as to equalize the chances, and it was not until late in the afternoon that the committee decided to have it rowed, although the wind was still blowing and the water rough. The course, as agreed upon, was a straight-away three miles over a clear stretch of the river from off the Creston landing.
He thanked her, opening his watch and pleading an engagement for which he was already late, and they parted while she shrieked into the fog, "Mind now you come to see me right away!" Creston had had the delicacy not to suggest that, and Stransom hoped it hurt him somewhere to hear her scream it to all the echoes. He felt quite determined, as he walked away, never in his life to go near her.
It was not so that the Utopians loved, he thought, as he watched them; and found himself wondering if young Creston was as imperious with his women as he was with the slaves in his Western mines. The car came to the door, and they parted from their host and sped back to the city.
"Hello, fellows!" he cried, "I thought I wasn't going to get here in time, but I see I struck it at the psychological moment. I am as hungry as a bull pup." "Hello, Jack!" responded Rand, "we began to think you weren't coming. What's the latest in Creston?" "Oh, there is something worth while to-day," replied Jack, drawing a box up to the plank that served as a table.
She returned it to Winthrop, quietly, and hurried away about her work to avoid being thanked. I observed that, after this incident, masculine Creston became more respectful. Of several peculiarities in this development of the girl I made at the time careful memoranda, and the exactness of these can be relied upon.
It lasted but the instant, only that space sufficed for the flash of a wild question. Was NOT Mrs. Creston dead? the ambiguity met him there in the short drop of her husband's voice, the drop conjugal, if it ever was, and in the way the two figures leaned to each other.
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