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And when the word came to them at last, and passed from lip to lip, and from one grim, tense face to another, the doors closed again, and the lights went out one by one, until there remained only the yellow eye of the factor's office and the faint glow from the little cabin in which John Cummins knelt with his sobbing face crushed close to that of his dead.
"Dear friend Captain Cummins Sir I have to thank you to send me 8 Empett Cask for to go for Market. "I remain your friend Eyo Eyo Honesty." "My friend Captain Commins if you please send me that Rum I been beg you and thank you for lettle Beef too if you got any. "Toby Tom Narrow." "Captain R. Commings Sir I mush obliged to you for please spear me some nails for make door do my friend I remain Sir
He had referred to his jail record in such a magnanimous way as to win her admiration and sympathy. And he had been magnanimous toward Cummins. He had stoutly maintained that even gentlemen of the road are men of honor, incapable of petty meanness, merely taking by force from some money-shark what was rightfully theirs by virtue of their being gentlemen.
He had scarcely ceased to speak when Mr. Fabian entered the room. "Oh! home so soon!" exclaimed Violet, starting up to meet him. "Yes; how is the father?" "There is the doctor; ask him." "Ah, Dr. Cummins! Good afternoon? How is your patient?" "Come with me into the library, Mr. Fabian, and I will give you a full report." "Where is Clarence?" inquired Fabian. "Up stairs somewhere.
But some of those cowards who looked on while Cummins was murdered have begun to talk; so you would have heard the story sooner or later anyhow. Still, I hate to mention the girl's name." "You have done right," said Francis. "The girl might have helped the robbers without intending to. Frightened out of her wits, perhaps. Somebody might question her kindly, and see what's back of this.
It was dusk at the White Farm, and a late supper was spread upon the hospitable board. The children had eaten their bread and milk, and were out in the barn with Jabe, watching the milking. Aunt Hitty was in a cheerful mood as she reflected on her day's achievements. Out of Dr. Jonathan Cummins' old cape coat she had carved a pair of brief trousers and a vest for Timothy; out of Mrs.
Francis Cummins, one of the witnesses of the Mecklenburg Declaration of Independence. He was universally beloved by all who knew him, and sustained through life a character of unsullied integrity. He left one son, William Cummins Jack, a teacher by profession, a fine classical scholar, and a gentleman of culture and great moral worth. His eldest son, Dr.
She came to him, and clasped one of his half-frozen hands to her bosom, and he heard her say, "God bless you forever, Jan! You have done the best you could!" The Great God was that not reward for the risking of a miserable, worthless life such as his? He went to his shack and slept long, and dreamed, sometimes of the woman, and of Cummins and Mukee, the half-Cree.
They were bound to get all the gold on the stage that day; and they knew Cummins had some." "That's just it, Mr. Bailey, and that's what makes it so hard for me." Mat saw he had been swept off his feet by his own eloquence, and so he tried again. "Well, they would have got it anyhow.
When Cummins' wife passed him, she drew her skirt close to her; and there was the poise of a queen in her head, the glory of wife and womanhood, the living, breathing essence of all that was beautiful in her people's honor of the big snows. That night Mukee, the half-Cree, slunk around in the edge of the forest to see that all was well in Cummins' little home.
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