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If anything was really needed the latter could have brought it back and saved the expense of sending another man twenty-four hours later. But there was no reasonable excuse for Buck's protesting, and he held his tongue. He wished that he had taken Jessup into his confidence about the blackleg plot, but there was no time for that now.
Well, and what is now to be done? I will once more return to Miss Jessup. I will force myself into her presence, and then But I have not a moment to lose. And this was the night, this was the hour, that was to see my Jane's hand wedded to mine! That event Providence, or fate, or fortune, stepped in to forbid. And must it then pass away like any vulgar hour?
She addressed the remark to Arthur Miles; but the waiter at once stepped forward. "It is to be 'oped!" said he, absent-mindedly dusting the back of a chair. Just at this moment a strange throbbing noise drew him to the window, to gaze out into the street. It alarmed the children too, and they were about to follow and seek the cause of it, when Mr. Jessup appeared in the doorway.
An hour later, we four companions in the rejoicing over this redemption, if chiefly strangers before, were partaking cheerfully together of hot coffee and oysters. The services of Mrs. Jessup had been called in the doctor's excellent old Quaker house-keeper and, amid many "thous" and "thees," she had served us a capital and expeditious supper. No one enjoyed the festive occasion more than Mr.
Buck Stratton, his back resting comfortably against a rock a little way from the fire, nodded absently. "You're sure you didn't leave any trace they could pick up?" he asked with a touch of anxiety. "Certain sure," returned Jessup confidently. "When Miss Mary came in around four, I was in the wagon-shed, the rest of the crowd bein' down in south pasture.
And the wind out of the mountains was singing like a Jew's-harp in the pile of old tomato-cans by the railroad track. "I felt a kind of sensation in my left side something like dough rising in a crock by the fire. Mrs. Jessup had moved up closer. "'Oh, Mr. Hicks, says she, 'when one is alone in the world, don't they feel it more aggravated on a beautiful night like this?
Jessup led them into a palatial hotel or so it seemed to the children and ordered a regal luncheon. It was served by a waiter in a dress suit; an ancient and benign-looking person, whose appearance and demeanour so weighed upon Tilda that, true to her protective instinct, she called up all her courage to nod across the table at Arthur Miles and reassure him.
The summer was whiled away in social enjoyments among the officers, in visiting those stationed at, and near, Fort Jessup, twenty-five miles away, visiting the planters on the Red River, and the citizens of Natchitoches and Grand Ecore. There was much pleasant intercourse between the inhabitants and the officers of the army.
"Miss Mary won't be bothered no more now with that son-of-a-gun hangin' around an' makin' eyes." Stratton turned on him suddenly. "Who the devil do you mean?" he demanded sharply. "Why, Tex, of course," shrugged Jessup. "He used to put in considerable time soft-soapin' around her. A hell of a nerve, I'll say, makin' up to such as her." Buck scowled.
Gray, as, somewhat abashed, but greatly impressed, he was leaving the house a few minutes later. "Very true in more ways than one." "Her person is not unpleasing and she seems to have an agile mind," continued Mr. Jessup. Mr. Gray turned away to hide a smile. Later he teased Sylvia about her new conquest. "I am afraid," he said, his mouth twitching, "that you would flirt with a stone post."
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