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Updated: June 21, 2025
Old Gaffer Moon, full-faced and silver! Brian's world of spring had been the world of men and women; Kenny's world held Puck and Mab and Una. He called her Oonagh. If once he remembered with longing that Oonagh's jovial fairy husband, King Fionvarra, went to his revels on the back of a night-black steed with nostrils aflame, he dismissed it as disloyal.
And therefore I told him that if he insisted upon running away, he might as well tramp with me and think it over. "I don't quite know yet why I said it. "He reminds me of Kenny somehow, save that Kenny's more of a kid. Both of them have an overdose of temperament and need a guardian with an iron hand. And both have a way about them.
His weary ears resented the mocking persistence of Whitaker's voice. Kenny's happy-go-lucky self-indulgence, it said, had often spelled for Brian discomfort of a definite sort. . . . Well, it should not spell pain. . . . And if in the past his generosity had always been congenial, now it should hurt.
"God speed, boy!" he said. Garry unsentimental Garry blinked as the car shot down the lane. He clashed his gears and shuddered. Brian stared. "Phew!" he whistled as Joan came down the steps. "Garry's driving like a blacksmith." They clung to each other in the dark and watched the headlights play upon the trees. From the end of the lane came Kenny's final gift of reassurance.
She slipped away from him and sat down weakly in a chair. Dusk lay beyond the windows. Joan covered her face with her hands. "The Gray Man," she whispered. "He's peeping in." Pain flared intolerably in Kenny's throat and stabbed into his heart. He drew the shades with a shudder and lighted the lamp. In the supreme moment of his agony, came inspiration. He must save them all with a lie!
D, Captain Percy Rice; Co. E, Captain F. W. Pelton. The three city companies drilled at what is now the Varieties, on Frankfort street, Captain Pelton's company at Brooklyn, and Captain Kenny's at Geneva. In the Winter of 1860, the regiment tendered their services to the State authorities in case of difficulty, as the rebels in West Virginia were assuming a threatening attitude.
It was no longer merely a delirium of the senses in which he knew suffering no less than ecstasy. It was a big, kind, selfless tenderness that grew from day to day. A thing perhaps for eternity! Kreiling was right. Kenny's irreverent philosophy of the heart crumbled into ashes at his feet. Love he had once believed was poetic like summer lightning.
Trotting flurried paths to the pantry and the stove, Hannah at this point must needs halt midway between the two with the teapot in her hand to tell the tale of Kenny's considerate plea for supper in the kitchen.
"And he liked her," said Kenny stubbornly. "You can't deny him that." "No," said Joan gently. "And why should I deny it? For the blue and silver maid liked the knight." Kenny's heart leaped to his eyes. "They wandered on the hills and they wandered in the valley. And then the maid in blue and silver, who was all rose petals and sun shadows and the glory of autumn, ran back to the fountain.
He said so himself with an inexplicable air of weariness and disgust. He knew how to make them. Kenny's glance too had found the sunset. It stood beside a landscape, brilliant and unforgettable, of his own. Both men looked away. Brian smiled. "You see?" he said quietly. "Sunsets!" stammered Kenny, perversely taking up the keynote of his son's rebellion literally. "Sunsets! I warned you, Brian "
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