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Updated: October 12, 2025
She had determined to make her story end sadly, but John Gayther had known her heart better than she knew it herself. John Gayther was busy putting the finishing touches to a bed in which he intended to sow his latest planting of bush-beans, or string-beans, or snaps, as they are called in different parts of the country.
John Gayther, whose mind was always full of the Daughter of the House, immediately inquired if he was young; but the butler's answer was unsatisfactory, as he said the gentleman was neither young nor old, and talked queer English. As the butler himself who was English talked what seemed to the gardener queer English, John did not lay much stress upon that statement.
"Jaqui now thought his troubles were over; but he was mistaken. A new persecutor appeared, who belonged to a fourth class, fortunately not a very large one. This person was a young man who was not only a fool but a poet." "Unfortunate creature!" exclaimed the Mistress of the House. "I don't know, madam," said John Gayther. "He was very happy.
John Gayther stood still and looked at her, glad to see her coming, as he always was, no matter on what errand she came. "John," she cried, before she reached him, "you are to stop work!" Then, as she came up to him, she continued: "Yes; there is to be story-telling this morning.
I had sworn to break his head if my eyes ever fell upon him, and he was wise enough to keep out of my sight." "And that is all the money you ever got from the galleon?" asked the Daughter of the House. "Yes," said John Gayther, "that was all. I have the ancient gold piece in my room now, and some day I will show it to you.
She scarcely breathed. Her whole soul was in her eyes." "I have seen it there before," thought John Gayther, but he said nothing. "Now there was a tremendous onset from each swordsman, and the ground echoed beneath their rapid footfalls as they stamped around.
"Where they wear bicycle-skirts," thought John Gayther. "Every trace of enthusiastic excitement had passed away from Almia, who now had something in this world to do, and who set about doing it without loss of a second. The man was only wounded, for he opened his eyes and said so, and drawing up his shirt-sleeve he showed Almia that the cut was in the lower part of his left arm.
This she did until at last she died; and then there was her funeral; and she was buried; and there was a stone put up over her head with her name on it." John Gayther smiled with approbation. He felt sure he was going to hear a story to his liking. The captain smoked steadily. As he had been advised, he would wait until he felt firm ground beneath him before he made any further remarks.
"Yes, miss; that is the end of it," replied the gardener. The young lady said no more, but walked away in quiet reflection, while John Gayther picked up the only pea-stick on which he had been at work that morning. The Daughter of the House, her fair cheeks a little flushed, walked rapidly down the broad centre path of the garden, looking for John Gayther, the gardener.
"'Gayther, said he, 'it's ten to one that them ships has got treasure aboard, and what we've got to do is to form a company and go to work and get it. "'And how would you do that? said I. "The captain was from Provincetown, Cape Cod, and it didn't take him two seconds to work out his whole plan. "'It's this way, said he. 'The first thing to do is to form a company.
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