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But by now the Jamaican was beginning to weary of this running back and forth and to consider the quest a vain imagining. So, being wishful to dream another lottery number, he brought back with him a fanciful tale designed to quiet his employer and to assure himself ample leisure in the future. "Master h'Auntony, your female is gone," he informed him, sadly. "Gone! Where?" "Somewhere on a ship."
"Praise be to God!" he cried, loudly. "Free mon you, Master h'Auntony. Glory, glory! My soul was in 'ell, sar. On my knees I h'implored that fa-ast wretch to release you." His emotion appeared so genuine, his service had been so great, that the object of his adoration felt himself choke up.
It hasn't gone quite that far yet." "But I shall need to have those garments made by a tailor, and that will require time. They will be made precisely to resemble yours, then nobody can tell h'us apart." "That's considered genuine flattery, I believe." "Would you do me a favor, Master h'Auntony?" "Surest thing you know." "I shall be waiting in the street to-night.
This welcome intelligence did much to make Kirk forget his wrath. "What's her name?" he inquired, eagerly. "Fermina, sar." "Are you sure?" "H'entirely. But it will not h'avail to be courting of those ladies, Master h'Auntony." "Is there more than one?" "Two of they sisters very rich. They h'occupy the 'ouse h'adjoining Senor Torres."
"H'Allan would die and kill himself for you," the excited negro ran on in an excess of loyalty. "Master h'Auntony fought those wretches for I; I shall fight them for he."
If you'd stayed at home you might have bought the winning number to-day." "I prefer to h'accompany you. But I have been thinking to make you a proposition of partnership. Master h'Auntony. I will stay home and dream numbers which you can purchase with your salary. In that manner we shall certainly burst this lottery." "Oh, I see! You'll sleep while I rustle the coin to play.
Is she dark?" "Very dark, sar." "And small?" "Not too small," opined Allan. "Of course, just right. And her eyes, like like " "H'ink! Spots of h'ink. Oh, it is she, Master h'Auntony." "Jove! I believe it is! You're an ace, Allan. You're my ace of spades." Out of pure joy he began to pummel him playfully. "Why don't you rejoice? Lift up your voice and sing. Maria Torres!
"Oh, Master h'Auntony," he exclaimed, rapturously, "you are beautiful!" "Thanks! Again thanks! Now, can you remember to do as I have told you?" "I would die " "DON'T say that again, I'm too nervous. Here are your instructions, once more. Keep both doors to this room locked and stand by the one to the veranda! Don't let any one in except Mr. Runnels and the man he'll bring.
"Now, now! I can't understand a word. Who are you?" "H'Allan, mistress." "You say some one is ill?" "Oh yes, he is very h'ill h'indeed, mistress h'all covered with blood and his poor 'ands h'all cut." "Who ?" "And his 'ead oh, Lard! His 'ead is cut, too, and he suffers a fever." "Mr. h'Auntony " "Anthony!" Mrs. Cortlandt started. "What has happened? Quick!"
"Never such a dream as this, boss. It was very vivid." "I've got no money." Allan folded the paper disconsolately and thrust it into his pocket. "It is fartunate h'indeed," said he, "that you will be working soon, Master h'Auntony. And those P. R. R. was very fartunate also for getting you to h'accept a position, very fartunate h'indeed." "Do you think I will raise the standard of efficiency?"
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