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'Ask any man in the camp Shaw, Nixon, young Winton, Geordie. Ask Craig, I replied. 'Yes, he will tell me, she said. Even as she spoke Craig came up the steps. I passed into my studio and went on with my work, for my days at Black Rock were getting few, and many sketches remained to be filled in. Through my open door I saw Mrs. Mavor lay her letters before Mr.
Yet, as Cassy Mavor looked out upon the exquisite beauty of the scene, upon the splendid outspanning of the sun along the hills, the deep plangent blue of the sky and the thrilling light, she saw a world in agony and she heard the moans of the afflicted.
"He was the apple of your eye. He had a soft tongue, and most people liked him; but George was foolish I've known it all these years. George was pretty foolish. He gambled, he bet at races, he speculated wild. You didn't know it. He took ten thousand dollars of your money, got from the Wonegosh farm he sold for you. He " Cassy Mavor started forwards with a cry, but Black Andy waved her down.
'It would not take much of a grave for that funeral, said Craig, smiling. 'Oh, said Mrs. Mavor, 'you will be a great man I know, and perhaps you ought to go now. But he answered coolly: 'There are fifty men wanting that Eastern charge, and there is only one wanting Black Rock, and I don't think Black Rock is anxious for a change, so I have determined to stay where I am yet a while.
Mavor behind us, marched arm-in-arm down the street. We had not gone far on our way, when Graeme, turning round, stood a moment looking back, then waved his hand in farewell. Mrs. Mavor was at her window, smiling and waving in return. They had grown to be great friends these two; and seemed to have arrived at some understanding.
'All who mean it, say, "By God's help I will." And back from a hundred throats came deep and strong the words, 'By God's help, I will. At this point Mrs. Mavor, whom I had quite forgotten, put her hand on my arm. 'Go and tell him, she panted, 'I want them to come on Thursday night, as they used to in the other days go quick, and she almost pushed me out. I gave Craig her message.
The latter lost the use of his vocal chords for some time. They were burned with the fatal gas. Lieutenant Mavor, who was in this section, fell, but they managed to get him out before he succumbed. Some of the men fell back to the left to a communicating trench which they held till the German infantry attack came when they rallied to the parapets and drove the Germans out with their bayonets.
He held up his hand for silence. 'Mrs. Mavor wishes me to say that she will be glad to see you all, as in the old days, on Thursday evening; and I can think of no better place to give formal expression to our pledge of this night' There was a shout of acceptance; and then, at some one's call, the long pent-up feelings of the crowd found vent in three mighty cheers for Mrs. Mavor.
Not a sound followed the singing: no one moved till she had disappeared; and then Mr. Craig came to the front, and, motioning to me to follow Mrs. Mavor, began in a low, distinct voice 'Gentlemen, it was not easy for Mrs. Mavor to sing for us, and you know she sang because she is a miner's wife, and her heart is with the miners.
That is all I want, honour bright, he replied; adding, as he turned away, 'you are just in time for a cup of coffee, Mr. Graeme. Now I must see Mrs. Mavor. 'Who is Mrs. Mavor? I demanded of Graeme. 'Mrs. Mavor? The miners' guardian angel. We put up the horses and set off for coffee.
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