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Decker, an Australian, plucky and efficient; Miss Chisholm, a blue-eyed Scottish girl, with a thick coat strapped around her waist and a haversack slung from her shoulder; a tall American, whose name I do not yet know, whose husband is a journalist; three young surgeons, and Dr. Munro. It is all so quaint.
Like one of those melodramas, or a cheap movie. I don't mind. I'm lucky, really, when you come to think of it. A plain little black thing like me." "But your mother " "Mother doesn't know a thing." Flora wept mistily all through the ceremony but Adele was composed enough for two. When, scarcely a month later, Baldwin came to Sophy Decker, his face drawn and queer, Sophy knew.
Ready-trained horses are never for sale during the season. Radway did his best. He took three days to search out a big team of farm horses. Then it became necessary to find a driver. After some deliberation he decided to advance Bob Stratton to the post, that "decker" having had more or less experience the year before.
Decker left him down with a fever in a hospital in Singapore. He's done for himself, I am afraid." "Very probably," said the Doctor. "Poor Donald! It's your lead." Miss Lady slipped behind the curtain, and steadied herself by the window sill. Why had her heart almost stopped beating? Why was it beating now as if it would strangle her?
"That's good; I hope Decker will remember what I told him about runs outside right tackle," muttered Gardiner anxiously. Then he relighted his pipe and, with stolid face, watched events. St. Eustace was still hammering Hillton's line at the wings.
No one ever bought a hat like that. No one ever will. That violet-covered toque is a symbol. "I don't expect 'em to buy it," Sophy Decker explained. "But everybody feels there should be a hat like that at a spring opening. It's like a fruit centre-piece at a family dinner. Nobody ever eats it but it has to be there."
"That good-for- nothing, lazy nigger, why don't he come help me with these things? Jimpson!" "I'll tell him, Dad!" called Miss Lady, springing from the hammock. "But wait!" pleaded Donald, "just a minute. I've got to beat that storm to town, and tell Decker the trip is off. But I'll be back in the morning! Perhaps to breakfast. Oh, my darling, I am so happy! Say you love me! Say it!"
"I heard it was about two o'clock in the morning," vouchsafed Farmer Decker. "Then I can easily prove an alibi," said the tramp, triumphantly. "I can prove I was with my esteemed friend Mr. Woodward at that hour. Isn't it so, Aaron?" The merchant hesitated. I fairly held my breath to catch his answer. Would he commit deliberate perjury? "Quite true," he replied slowly. "Mr.
Perhaps after all, he was going to be able to do something worth while in the world! He would work like a Trojan, he would begin to-night. He seized pen and paper, but the desire to share his good news prompted him to write letters rather than fiction. He wanted to tell Miss Lady, he wanted to tell the Doctor. He wanted to paralyze Cropsie Decker!
The referee's whistle blew, and while the mound of squirming players found their feet again, Gardiner walked toward them, his hand on Decker's shoulder. "Play slow and steady your team, Decker," he counseled. "Use Young and Fletcher for runs; try them outside of tackle, especially on the right. Give Gale a chance to hit the line now and then and diversify your plays well.
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