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No, she wasn't quite alone in the world after all, for there was Charlie Gray at the gate. "Is um you?" she cried gleefully. Charlie said it was. "You didn't came to see big folks did you? You camed to see Katie. I love you deely." Then she tried to kiss him; but Charlie drew away. "O, is your face sore?" asked the little girl.
In the opinion of the West, "big-bugs" did not come down to this kind of occupation unless they had been roughly handled by fate or fortune. "Talk? Watch me now, he talks like a testimonial in a frame," said Malachi Deely on the day this tale opens, to John Sibley, the gambling young farmer who, strange to say, did well out of both gambling and farming. "Words to him are like nuts to a monkey.
Maybe you might 'a seed Deely when she was a school-gal." Cordelia Wornum! No doubt my astonishment made itself apparent, for Mrs. Bivins bridled up promptly, and there was a clearly perceptible note of defiance in her tone as she proceeded. "Yes, sir-ree! An' make no mistake! Deely Wornum married my son, an' Henry Clay Bivina made 'er a good husbun', if I do have to give it out myse'f.
Crozier was speaking with the look of the man who hypnotises himself, who "sees things," who dreams as only the gambler and the plunger on the turf do dream, not even excepting the latter-day Irish poets. "Say, I was right what I said to Deely I was right," remarked Sibley almost huskily, for it seemed to him as though he had found a long-lost brother.
"I fully spected 'er to flar' up an' fly at me; but 'stedder that, she kep' a-stan'in' thar lookin' thes like folks does when theyer runnin' over sump'n in the'r min'. Then her eye lit on some 'er the pictur's what Deely had hung up on the side er the house, an' in pertic'lar one what some 'er the Woruum niggers had fetched 'er, whar a great big dog was a-watehin' by a little bit er baby.
"When Deely died," Mrs. Bivins went on, waving a towel over a tempting jar of preserves, "they wa'n't nobody but what was afeared to break it to Emily Wornum, an' the pore chile'd done been buried too long to talk about before her ma heern tell of it, an' then she drapped like a clap er thunder had hit 'er.
I shouldn't wonder if he didn't see his mother alive, that's all I've got to say!" She nodded her sleek head, and disappeared into the sick-room. Lois had a sudden contraction of the heart that made her lips white. "If aunt Deely says Mrs. Forsythe is worse, it is surely very bad." She stumbled blindly up-stairs; she wanted to get away from everybody, and look this horrible fact in the face.
"But aunt Deely," Helen said, "isn't there any hope for Mr. Denner? Ashurst wouldn't be Ashurst without Mr. Denner!" "No, not a bit," Mrs. Dale answered promptly. "I suppose you'll go and see him this morning, brother, and tell him?" "Yes," replied Dr. Howe, sighing, "I suppose I must, but it does seem unnecessary to disturb him." "He won't be disturbed," said Mrs.
Even aunt Deely has only pleasant things to say of 'young Forsythe, as she calls him." Gifford left his chair, and began to walk about the room, his hands grasping the lapels of his coat, and his head thrown back in a troubled sort of impatience.
"Between Gus Burlingame and that M'Mahon bunch of horse-thieves, the stranger in a strange land 'll have to keep his eyes open, I'm thinkin'." "Divils me darlin', his eyes are open all right," returned Deely. "Still, I'd like to jog his elbow," Sibley answered reflectively. "It couldn't do any harm, and it might do good." Deely nodded good-naturedly.
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