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Hit 'urts to think 'E's hashamed o' me. Oi'd like t'a done better oi would. 'Ashamed of you, Billy! said Craig, in a voice that broke. 'Not He. 'An' ye hall 'elped me so! he went on. 'Oi wish oi'd 'a done better oi do, and his eyes sought Geordie, and then rested on Mrs. Mavor, who smiled back at him with a world of love in her eyes.
'It will be a great chance for work, and you are able for a larger sphere, you know, than poor Black Rock affords. 'Who will take Black Rock? he asked. 'Let some other fellow have a try at it, I said. 'Why should you waste your talents here? 'Waste? cried Mrs. Mavor indignantly. 'Well, "bury," if you like it better, I replied.
There was a slight movement near the organ, and glancing up I saw Mrs. Mavor put her face hastily in her hands. The men's faces were anxious and troubled, and Nelson said in a voice that broke 'Tell them what you told me, sir. But Craig was troubled too, and replied, 'You tell them, Nelson! and Nelson told the men the story of how he began just five weeks ago.
Mavor, to whom she was showing her baby of a year old. 'He's not kees me one tam dis day. He's mos hawful bad, he's not even look at de baby. And this seemed sufficient proof that something was seriously wrong; for she went on to say
'Thank the good God, he said, with what came near being a sob, 'I was about to despair. He immediately walked to the front and called out 'Gentlemen, if you wish it, Mrs. Mavor will sing. There was a dead silence. Some one began to applaud, but a miner said savagely, 'Stop that, you fool! There was a few moments' delay, when from the crowd a voice called out, 'Does Mrs.
"When did you first meet Mavor?" "In '93." "Did you give him money or a cigarette case?" "A cigarette case." "Did you know Walter Grainger?"... and so on till the very air in the court seemed peopled with spectres. On the whole Oscar bore the cross-examination very well; but he made one appalling slip. Mr.
At the mouth of the shaft lay three men dead. One was Lewis Mavor. He had gone down to superintend the running of a new drift; the two men, half drunk with Slavin's whisky, set off a shot prematurely, to their own and Mavor's destruction. They were badly burned, but his face was untouched. A miner was sponging off the bloody froth oozing from his lips.
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.
With a glad cry, 'Oh! my darling; you have come to me, she came with outstretched arms. I turned and fled, but the cry and the vision were long with me. It was decided that night that Mrs. Mavor should go the next week. A miner and his wife were going east, and I too would join the party. The camp went into mourning at the news; but it was understood that any display of grief before Mrs.
The railway was not completed, and the West had not begun "to move." The old man had bought and sold land and cattle and horses, always living on a narrow margin of safety, but in the hope that one day the choice bits of land he was shepherding here and there would take a leap up in value; and his judgment had been right. His prosperity had all come since George went away with Cassy Mavor.
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