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He missed the lessons and the exciting comradeship, too; the contrast was painful. Janie saw, but questioned not. It was all beyond her. Ruth was the only relief. "Fear not, Andy," she would say. "You must bide your time, and wait patiently. 'Tis what Washington is doing. Copy your General in this, as well as other things. One may serve in that way as well as in others.
"Take me to him please let's hurry." "Ma pauvre petite, this is war. One does not come and go at will. God knows by what miracle enough red tape unwound to let me through to you, to bring my message and to take one back." "What message, Philippe?" "That is for you to say, little Janie. He told me, 'Say to her that she has my heart if she needs my body, I will live.
So Janie lived in the home of her new friend. There was help on her lessons, the old red dress went back to the little home in the hills to be worn by some one whom it would fit and in her new, pretty things she could see more plainly Janie, the teacher. The banqueting hall of Hotel Northland was crowded to its limit. There were noted men and women from all walks of life.
Who was going to take him over the house, explain things to him intelligibly? The new boy might turn up this simple son of the soil Miss Janie had promised to dig out and send along. He would talk Berkshire. Who would there be to understand him to reply to him in dialect? What was the use of her being impetuous and talking nonsense? She went on cutting sandwiches.
He knew Andy at a glance, and then recognized Janie. He took them by the hand, and bowed in courtly fashion. "Patriots all!" he smiled. "You well deserve your hard-earned peace." They joined the throngs which followed Washington to the river. They stood upon the Battery until the barge which bore the gallant figure away faded from sight.
You must have thought that, too." "No, I did not. Who struck that blow?" "Nathan Hale." The man started. "And he?" "Died the death of a spy two days ago." "Andy!" It was Janie who cried out. "Was our dear schoolmaster, Nathan Hale, the spy?" "Nathan Hale, the patriot!" corrected Andy, and his eyes dimmed. "Oh! how you have suffered, lad." "Aye." Andy sank into a chair.
"Of course I haven't your experience, uncle," she rejoined, passing into the sarcastic vein. "And if you are," he went on, reverting to the special case, "I don't see why you make his path smooth to Janie Iver." "Some people are capable of self-sacrifice in their love." "Yes, but I shouldn't think you'd be one of them," said the Major rather rudely. He looked at her curiously.
And with men who want nothing, for whom the word "opening" has no magic, what is to be done? Abstractly they are seen to be a necessary element in the community; but they do not make good sons or sons-in-law for ambitious men. Janie, when she had seen Bob, an unrepentant cheerful Bob, on his way, came back to find her father sitting sorrowful.
"It was no light matter," said the girl, keeping step with Andy over the crisp snow, "for you your father to be a patriot. He was not only a patriot but a deserter from the king's army. In every battle he had to face that." "Yes," broke in Janie, "and when he went with Wayne to storm Stony Point, he was nearly captured, as you will remember.
In those earlier days he had one confidant, one accomplice, in Mina Zabriska. The heavy secret was all his own to carry now. As a consequence of his preoccupation Janie Iver found him rather unsympathetic, and with her usual candor she told him so. "You don't really appreciate Bob," said she. "Nobody quite knows him except me. I didn't use to, but now I know what a strong character he has."
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