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"A long, beautiful gallery, five by four, lined with wood, electrically lighted, with every modern convenience and not a Boche in it!" "Varra bad discipline, sir!" replied Corporal Howie severely. "Are you sure it isn't a trap?" "It may be, sirr; but I doot the oversman is awa' to his dinner, and the men are back in the shaft, doing naething."
The story itself had little relation to real things yet chance made it this vehicle for keeping something of the reality that had been Howie a disclosing moment captured unawares. She was thinking of the strangeness of all this when again the people seated back of her said a thing that came right to her. They were saying "scrap-heap."
The personages here mentioned are most of them characters of historical fame; but those less known and remembered may be found in the tract entitled, 'The Judgment and Justice of God Exemplified, or, a Brief Historical Account of some of the Wicked Lives and Miserable Deaths of some of the most remarkable Apostates and Bloody Persecutors, from the Reformation till after the Revolution. This constitutes a sort of postscript or appendix to John Howie of Lochgoin's 'Account of the Lives of the most eminent Scots Worthies. The author has, with considerable ingenuity, reversed his reasoning upon the inference to be drawn from the prosperity or misfortunes which befall individuals in this world, either in the course of their lives or in the hour of death.
"Hugh Rosskin is his name," she said deliberately, "and if Howie gets him it will be a great big shame, 'cause Larkin " But Miss Bibby was standing up, trembling from head to foot, and with a spot of scarlet colour in her cheeks. "Hugh Kinross, oh children, children was that really the name? Oh, Pauline, my dear, my dear, try to think!" "Yes," said Pauline, "Hugh Kinross that was it."
This was one little flash of life in a world that had ceased to be alive. So again that night, in the clothes he had most liked, she went for that poor little meeting with her husband so pitifully little, and yet so tremendous because it was all she would ever have. Again she sat in a big, noisy place with many jostling, laughing people and waited to see Howie.
And then the fight again in the new-born day with Howie. The lad looked miserable. How could he give up such a holiday? Yet how allow Howie an uncontested victory with the latest stranger? Max and Muffie had run back along the path in pursuit of a lively lizard. Only Lynn and Pauline, their sweet little faces ashine with sympathy, hung on the gate. The lad blurted out his highest hope to them.
He hadn't said it was crazy, but that was what he meant or feared. She had told him she would try to stop. Now was the time to do it now when she would have to go so much farther away. But it was going farther away this glimpse of Howie all that was left of Howie was moving away from her! And after the disappointment of the night before She must see him once more! Then yes, then she would stop.
A man, yawning, was doing something to a light. He must belong to the place. His back was to her, and she stood there trying to get brave enough to speak. It had never been easy for her to open conversations with strangers. For so many years it was Howie who had seemed to connect her with the world.
"An' she's got a baby patent foods and biscuits," said Larkin in a choked voice, "and I saw quite four boys, oatmeal, tins of jam, bacon, butter, I wouldn't have lost her for anything. An' only for giving you kids a ride this morning I'd have heard sooner, an' got the start of Howie." The children felt quite crushed to think they were the cause of Larkin's great loss.
Out of the jumble and blur out of the wrong and meaningless Howie's beautiful steady smile making it all right. She could not have told how it happened. As Howie passed, she turned to the little girl beside her whose head was without support and, not waking her, supported the child's head against her own arm.
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