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He saw Enschede, making the empty sea, alone, alone, forever alone. "Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as God will permit you. And don't worry about the six thousand, Hoddy. I'll call it my wedding gift. There's nothing so sad in this world as an old fool," she added. The three of them laughed joyously.
McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone." Gently she thrust Ruth aside. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. "My little Hoddy! You used to love me; and I have always loved you.
"Is there anything I can do?" The idiocy of the question filled him with the craving of laughter. Was there anything he could do! "No, Hoddy; nothing." "Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded! talk! "If you want to." Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome.
And to-night, right now, he's lying in Bellevue, both legs broken, skull fractured, and not a damn cent in the world except insurance enough to bury him. And to-morrow he'll be ours to bury, boys old Hoddy Irving!" A confusion of voices rose in the room, and over them all a "No!" from some one who seemed to cry out in pain. "Yes!" said Middleton as the murmurs ceased.
He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. Why should she? she asked rebelliously. God had never answered any of her prayers. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy success. So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God.
Dan look' 'roun' en he did n' see de oberseah nowhar, so he stop' a minute fer ter run on wid Sally. "'Hoddy, honey, sezee. 'How you feelin' dis mawnin'? "'Fus' rate, 'spon' Sally.
The first of his three days of waiting had passed, when, about ten o'clock on the morning of the second day, which seemed very long in prospect, while driving along the road toward Clinton, he met Plato, with a rabbit trap in his hand. "Well, Plato," he asked, "why are you absent from the classic shades of the academy to-day?" "Hoddy, Mars Geo'ge. W'at wuz dat you say?"
"Our old Hoddy, starving, loaded up with debt, alone, down in a miserable hall bedroom in Stuyvesant Square. How did I come to know about it? One of our reporters, who covers Bellevue, dug up the story in his day's work. They brought in this old, disheveled, unconscious man and in his pocket was his name.
Dan felt kinder skeered at fus'; but den he 'membered 'bout his life-cha'm, w'ich he had n' be'n ter see fer a week er so, en 'lowed wuz safe en soun' unner de live-oak tree, en so he hilt up 'is head en walk' 'long, des lack he did n' keer nuffin 'bout dis man no mo' d'n any yuther nigger. Wen he got close ter de cunjuh man, dis cunjuh man sez, sezee: "'Hoddy, Brer Dan? I hopes you er well?
She gloried in it: he needed her. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman.
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