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Oh, what influence for good she had exercised over Irene's wild, worthless, almost terrible life, and yet she was disobeying all her precepts now, and frightening poor Hughie almost to death! "I tell you what it is," she said in a husky voice; "we will both try to get out of this current if you will make me a promise."
Then, too, Thomas seemed to have found his fingers, for no woman could have arranged more deftly and with gentler touch the cushions at his mother's back, and no nurse could have measured out the medicine and prepared her egg-nog with greater skill. Hughie could hardly believe his eyes and ears.
"These," she said, handing him the books, "are some of Walter Scott's. They will be good for week-days; and these," giving him the magazines, "you can read after church on Sabbath." The boy's eyes lighted up as he thanked Mrs. Murray, and he shook hands with her very warmly. Then, with a bow to the company, and without looking at Maimie again, he left the room, with Hughie following at his heels.
"Good night, Kenny," she said shyly. "I hope you find your star." "I did," said Kenny. "'Twas hiding in a cabin. Good night, dear." Hughie met him at the door. "He's been askin' for you, Mr. O'Neill," he said. "And he hasn't drank a drop all evening." "I shan't go," said Kenny. "Depend upon it, Hughie, it's another trick." "I don't know," said Hughie hopelessly. "It may be.
He did not afterward remember his supper or what he had eaten, though Hannah at his command had set the table in the kitchen and Hughie had talked sensibly of pumpkins. He did not remember climbing the stairs to Adam's room. The one thing that jarred through his dreamy feeling of detachment was the old man's face. "You're late!" he said. "Yes," said Kenny happily, "I am."
But just for such a chance Jimmie Ben was watching, and rushing upon Hughie, caught him fairly with his shoulder and hurled him to the ice, while the attacking line swept over him. For a single moment Hughie lay dazed, but before any one could offer help he rose slowly, and after a few deep breaths, set off for the scrimmage. There was a wild five minutes.
Whatever she might have thought of him a minute ago, he was indeed no coward. He pulled with all his might and main. Irene did likewise, and in a few minutes' time they were out of the dangerous current, in smooth water. But it was a close shave, and the girl's hands trembled and for a minute she dropped her oar. "Never mind," she said to Hughie.
He always perturbedly harked back to her feminineness. She could play the piano far better than his sisters at home, and with far finer appreciation the piano that poor Hughie had so heroically laboured over to keep in condition. And when she strummed the guitar and sang liquid, velvety Hawaiian hulas, he sat entranced.
Tom would shake his head exasperatingly. "Why don't you get after Ralph?" I demanded. "He doesn't antagonize Tallant, either." "Ralph's hopeless," said Tom. "He was born a pirate, you weren't, Hughie. We think there's a chance for his salvation, don't we, Perry?" I refused to accept the remark as flattering.
Uncle Hughie had promised the minister that they would all accompany him down the ravine to give a welcome and a kind word to the poor tramp who had come to live in Sandy McQuarry's old shanty by the Drowned Lands. So the philosopher was waiting for his friends, and as he sang he gazed expectantly up the village street.
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