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But hostility, cold, premeditated, had been in the new man's speech. Randerson moved his head slightly, and he was looking straight into Kelso's eyes. Kelso had moved a little; he was now sitting on his saddle, having shifted his position when Blair had begun to talk, and the thumb of his right hand was hooked in his cartridge belt just above the holster of his pistol.
The woman is making a johnny-cake and fryin' some sausage." They had a happy half-hour at the table, Mrs. Brimstead being in better spirits since her husband had got back to his farming. Annabel, her form filling with the grace and charm of womanhood, was there and more comely than ever. They had been speaking of Jack Kelso's death.
Randerson's face was expressionless. Only his eyes, squinted a little, with a queer, hard glint in them, revealed any emotion that might have affected him over Kelso's words. "Yes, Dorgan," he said gently, "I was mighty lucky." Kelso's lips curved into a slow, contemptuous smile. "I reckon you've always been lucky," he said. "Meanin'?"
Ah! they were the happy ones, those lucky landsmen, who could always do as they chose, blow high, blow low. Well, here he was at last, drinking in all a landsman's pleasures, enjoying his privileges and not too old yet, he told himself with self-conscious chuckle, to raise a pleasant flutter of expectation in the hearts of Kelso's widows and maidens.
The next day after his return, Abe received a letter for Ann. She had come over to the store on the arrival of the stage and taken her letter and run home with it. That Saturday's stage brought the new suit of clothes from Springfield. Sunday morning Abe put it on and walked over to Kelso's. Mrs. Kelso was sweeping the cabin. "We shall have to stand outside a moment," said Jack.
"Kelso's grandson!... Of course.... I knew his mother intimately. I believe I was at her christening. She was an extraordinarily beautiful girl, Margaret Devereux; and made all the men frantic by running away with a penniless young fellow; a mere nobody, sir, a subaltern in a foot regiment, or something of that kind. Certainly. I remember the whole thing as if it happened yesterday.
And when he saw the shoulder of his gun-arm move, his own right hand dropped, surely, swiftly. Kelso's gun had snagged in its holster years before. It came freely enough now.
To the amazement of all a beautiful girl threw aside the ticking and leaped out of the large wicker basket it had covered. With a merry laugh she threw her arms around Jack Kelso's neck and kissed him. The men clapped their hands in noisy merriment. "That's like Bim, isn't it?" said the Doctor. "Exactly!" Abe exclaimed.
He is the last Lord Kelso's grandson. His mother was a Devereux; Lady Margaret Devereux. I want you to tell me about his mother. What was she like? Whom did she marry? You have known nearly everybody in your time, so you might have known her. I am very much interested in Mr. Gray at present. I have only just met him." "Kelso's grandson!" echoed the old gentleman.
Now and then he came and sat with her of an evening while Bim went out to the shops an act of accommodation which various neighbor women were ever ready to perform. Mrs. Kelso's health had improved slowly so that she was able then to spend most of each day in her chair.
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