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"Don't you be a fool, Kla'uns, and leave it there! You have done your work of fighting mighty good fighting, too, and everybody knows it. You've earned a change. Let others take your place." He shuddered, as he remembered that his wife had made the same appeal. Was he a fool then, and these two women so totally unlike in everything right in this?
"Kla'uns," said Susy calmly, making a little pleat in the skirt of her dress with her small thumb and fingers, "don't you talk to me. I was there. I'se a SERIVER! The men at the fort said so! The SERIVERS is allus, allus there, and allus allus knows everythin'." Clarence was too dumfounded to reply.
"Is it about yourself, Kla'uns? You know," she went on with cheerful rapidity, "I know everything about you I always did, you know and I don't care, and never did care, and it don't, and never did, make the slightest difference to me. So don't tell it, and waste time, Kla'uns." "It's not about me, but about my wife!" he said slowly. Her expression changed slightly
At the other fire the rest of the party were playing cards and laughing, but Clarence no longer cared to join them. He was quite tranquil in the maternal propinquity of his hostess, albeit a little uneasy as to his reticence about the Indian. "Kla'uns," said Susy, relieving a momentary pause, in her highest voice, "knows how to speak. Speak, Kla'uns!"
He had no difficulty in recognizing Susy's peculiarly Brobdingnagian school-girl hand. "Kla'uns, I call it real mean! I believe you just HOPED I wouldn't know you. If you're a bit like your old self you'll come right off here this very night! I've got a big party on but we can talk somewhere between the acts! Haven't I growed? Tell me! And my! what a gloomy swell the young brigadier is!
He snapped and gave a short snarling yelp, and vanished. Clarence returned with a victorious air to his companion. But she was gazing intently in the opposite direction, and for the first time he discovered that the coyote had been leading them half round a circle. "Kla'uns," said Susy, with a hysterical little laugh. "Well?" "The wagon's gone." Clarence started. It was true.
It appearing from Clarence's blushing explanation that this gift was not the ordinary faculty of speech, but a capacity to recite verse, he was politely pressed by the company for a performance. "Speak 'em, Kla'uns, the boy what stood unto the burnin' deck, and said, 'The boy, oh, where was he?" said Susy, comfortably lying down on Mrs. Peyton's lap, and contemplating her bare knees in the air.
"Oh, her!" she said after a pause. Then, half-resignedly, "Go on, Kla'uns." He began. He had a dozen times rehearsed to himself his miserable story, always feeling it keenly, and even fearing that he might be carried away by emotion or morbid sentiment in telling it to another.
"Sweet Alers, with hair so brown, who wept with delight when you giv'd her a smile, and " with knitted brows and appealing recitative, "what's er rest of it, Kla'uns?" "Who trembled with fear at your frown?" prompted Clarence. "Who trembled with fear at my frown?" shrilled Susy. "I forget er rest. Wait! I kin sing " "Praise God," suggested Clarence. "Yes."
"Kla'uns," said Susy, shaking her head and fixing her round blue eyes with calm mendacity on the boy, "don't you tell me. Clarence started back, and nearly fell over the wagon in hopeless dismay at this dreadful revelation of Susy's powers of exaggeration. "But," he gasped, "you know, Susy, you and me left before "
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