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"Do you know," said Emily, when they were alone, "it is common talk here in school that you and Charlie Manson are engaged? Oh, you need not blush so," she continued, as she saw the color rise in Liddy's face, "everybody says so and believes it, too. Shall I congratulate you?" This did not please Liddy at all.
Manson had passed through eight battles unharmed and dread disease had failed to touch his splendid strength; but at the battle of Peach Creek, and under a blazing July sun he fell.
But all these abstractions and eliminations made of his mind a rather empty and echoing place, and he supposed that was one of the reasons why the busy animated people on the Beaufort lawn shocked him as if they had been children playing in a grave-yard. He heard a murmur of skirts beside him, and the Marchioness Manson fluttered out of the drawing-room window.
Cooper had never called upon me at all, but that by one of those coincidences which take a man's breath away another Cooper, who really was a very distinguished young officer of artillery, had come in to consult me. My pen was wet to sign the paper when I discovered it," says Dr. Manson, mopping his forehead. "We were talking about nerve just now," observes the surgeon.
To Liddy and her lover it was a spot that appealed to all that was holiest and best in their natures, and lifted them above selfish thought. "Can you realize how I felt," Manson said on the way, "the day I rode in silence up here and then told you I had enlisted?" "No," she answered; "no more than you can imagine how I felt. I think I suffered the more, for I was in suspense and you were not.
Manson called and Lord Meyrick, under the wing of a young fellow of All Souls, smooth-faced and slim, one of the "mighty men" of the day, just taking wing for the bar and Parliament.
Manson, and a little later on you'll understand why. This land, for instance, between us and the river, is vacant." Manson's eye slowly traversed the two hundred yard width of the open field that lay just south of the road. It was perhaps half way between the rapids and the center of the village. "Yes, I think Worden owns it, but I know that no one wants it."
In the cellars was the machine on which the Express was printed, and the stock of paper. In one respect, the Express was better equipped than is many a pretentious journal of to-day. Its editor Manson by name was a man of remarkable ability, and his carefully-prepared leading articles were certainly second to none in the newspaper press of his day.
Just through the big gates lay the battlemented works, and toward them pressed the mob, now drunk with the hunger to destroy. At the moment when it seemed that the living barrier must collapse, the rioters wheeled to meet a new attack. With the sound of fighting, Manson pushed on and now struck hard.
At five minutes past eight the hall was crowded. Manson was there, sitting in the front row, and leaning forward on his heavy oak stick which seemed a very bludgeon of authority. Beside him sat his wife, small, slight and gentle, the very antithesis of her dark and formidable husband.
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