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"Yer Daddy won't live allers," interposed Mrs. Longman, "and what's more, yer better off with a man what will look after ye as Ezy will. Be ye a thinkin' of it at all, Tessibel?" The girl shook her head. "Nope, 'taint no use; don't like Ezy anyway." "Ezry ain't the worst boy in the world," defended the mother; "if the right woman gets him, Tess, he'll make her a good man.
"He was under my care for a long time," explained Young, "and last night escaped and walked home through the rain.... He is dead." "Dead!" gasped Tess. "Dead!" Impetuously she bent toward him, and finished: "Ezy Longman ain't dead!" "Yes, he is," replied Young. "He died in his father's hut, last night. I have just left there, and I feel heartily sorry for them both." "Myry?... Did ye see Myry?"
The overseer came in while they were at breakfast, and with his hair standing on end, listened to the account of the capture of the outlaw by our heroine. "And now saddle Fleetfoot and ride for your life to Tip-Top and bring a pair of constables," were the last orders of Old Hurricane. While Mr. Ezy was gone on his errand, Major Warfield, Capitola and Mrs. Condiment remained below stairs.
Ezy himself, when out after coons, and coming through the woods near the house, had been attracted by seeing a window near the roof lighted up by a strange blue flame; drawing near, he saw within the lighted room a female clothed in white passing and repassing the window.
Black Donald precious Father Grey you'll keep quiet, won't you, while we go and get our breakfast? do, now! Come, Cap, come down and pour out my coffee, and by the time we get through, Old Ezy will be here." Capitola complied, and they left the room together.
Still the girl wept on, wept for Frederick, for Daddy, and once a shuddering thought went through her mind of the Canadian Indian. "He killed the gamekeeper, Ezy says, Daddy Skinner," she whimpered. Suddenly she sat up, her small round face puckered into such lines of pain that the student turned his head away, feeling dangerously near tears.
The pail dropped from her hand, splashing its contents over her garments, and she uttered a little frightened cry. He whispered her name again and Myra timidly put out her hand. "Air it yerself, Ezy?" she implored. "Yep, I air here. I comed to see Mammy and Satisfied, and to tell ye that it air time for ye to be savin' Ben Letts if ye loves him.
A run of a quarter of a mile brought them to the edge of the woods, where in its little garden stood the overseer's house. Capitola opened the gate, hurried through the little front yard and rapped loudly at the door. This startled the house dog into furious barking and brought old Mr. Ezy, with his night-capped head, to the window to see what was the matter. "It is I Capitola, Mr.
As day after day passed, it was noised about the settlement that Ezra Longman had run away, some saying that he had been seen upon a line of canal boats going to Albany. The mother watched each hour for some word from him. Then, with a sorrowful expression in the faded eyes, she said to Myra: "If Ezy had had any edication, he'd 'a' writ. He'll be a-comin' home some of these days."
It air yer own self, ain't it, Ezy?" "Yep." "Where air yer been?" "I dunno. I air sick unto death, I air." "Have ye seen yer mammy?" "Nope." "Nor Satisfied?" "Nope." "Then ye be a-goin' there now, ain't ye?" "Yep." "Was ye to Albany?" "Nope. I were sick in a house, and the big man from the hill were a-takin' care of me. I weren't a-goin' to stay no longer, so I runned away.
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