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Updated: May 29, 2025
'Tisn't fair, I tell ye, it isn't fair to ask a man that's been through what I have to take it on again, knowing that if I do come through, 'twill be the same thing to go through over and over until they get me; or until my own sergeant shoots me for refusing to face it." Everton had listened in amazed silence an understanding utterly beyond him.
Without knowing that he was doing it, her father came to my rescue. "We haven't any near neighbors, Mr. Bertrand, and Polly wanted to see your mine," he said. And then: "Do you realize that it is Sunday?" I led the glorified Polly Everton of my school days to the mouth of the shallow shaft. "Our 'mine, as your father is polite enough to call it, isn't very extensive, as yet," I pointed out.
"I hope he has, for the sake of his family. It's a pity that they should suffer for his evil deeds." "I didn't think of them, or I might not have dismissed him; but it is done now, and there the matter rests." And there Mr. Everton let it rest, so far as Ayres was concerned.
The view obtained from Everton Beacon-hill was a view indeed. And what a prospect! What a noble panoramic scene! I never saw its like. I do not think, in its way, such an one existed anywhere to be compared with it.
"So much for taking a thing for granted," said Everton, as he moved, restlessly, about the floor of his office. So soon as the editor of the Journal was alone, he sent for Tompkins, who was in another part of the building. As the young man entered his office, he said to him, in a sharp, abrupt manner, "Do you remember certain articles against me that appeared in the Gazette a few months ago?"
Tompkins, thus severely punished for going out of the way to attack a man against whom he entertained a private grudge, beat a hasty retreat, and left Mr. Everton in no very comfortable frame of mind. On being so unceremoniously dismissed from employment, Mr. Ayres, who was by nature morbidly sensitive, shrank into himself, and experienced a most painful feeling of helplessness.
But the heavy fire drove the stretcher-bearers off the open ground, while there still remained some dead and wounded to be brought in. Everton had missed Halliday, and his anxious inquiries failed to find him or any word of him, until at last one man said he believed Halliday had been dropped in the rush on the first trench. Everton stood up and peered back over the ground behind them.
"But you don't know me," she put in quickly. I saw how near I had come to self-betrayal and tried to fend my little life-raft off the rocks. "You will say that we have met only once before to-night, and then only casually. Will you permit a comparative stranger to say that that was enough? Your soul looks out through your eyes, Miss Everton, and it is an exceedingly honest soul.
Ditch and hedge the one with waving sedges and "Forget-me-nots" the other with the May blossom loading the evening air with its balmy breath were as prevalent, at the time I speak about, in Everton, as you will now find in any country district. It was a pleasant place in summer and autumn time. The neighbourhood of the Beacon was our favourite resort.
In 1820, a rather curious circumstance transpired, which created a good deal of conversation, and even consternation amongst the inhabitants of Everton. This was the extraordinary and mysterious disappearance of the Cross which stood at the top of the village, a little to the westward of where the present Everton road is lineable with Everton-lodge.
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