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Mayfield and his wife were called to the nearest town, six miles away. "Be mother's little woman, dear," said Mrs. Mayfield as she kissed the rosy face. Her husband added: "I leave the children in your care, Bess; be a little mother to them." Bess waved her old sun-bonnet vigorously, and held up the baby Rose, that she might watch them to the last. Old Daddy Jim and Mammy had been detailed by Mr.
We telegraphed up, at once. Fortunately, both men were disengaged, and both keenly interested in the case. By that evening, Horace Mayfield was talking it all over with me in the hotel at Southampton.
The result, doubtless, thought Miss Mayfield, of his yesterday's experience with the deputy-sheriff. Such was her rapid deduction. Nevertheless, after the fashion of her sex, she immediately began to argue from quite another hypothesis. "You are angry with me, Mr. Jeff." "What, I Miss Mayfield?" "Yes, you!" "Miss Mayfield!" "Oh yes, you are. Don't deny it?" "Upon my soul " "Yes!
"It is best that the Broadalbin settlement should hear of it." "Do you mean that it may have been an Indian signal?" "It may have been. I did not see it the forest cut our view." The westering sun, shining over the Mayfield hills, turned the dust to golden fog. Through it Cato's red coat glimmered, and the hunting-horn, curving up over his bent back, struck out streams of blinding sparks.
How much of this speech, in its brusqueness and slang, was an echo of Yuba Bill's teaching, how much of it was a part of Jeff's inward weakness, I cannot say. He saw Miss Mayfield recoil from him.
You give me punishments and penances!" Jeff opened his blue eyes on his tormentor. Could Aunt Sally have been saying anything? "If anybody, Miss Mayfield " he began. "Nobody but you. Look here!" She extended her little hand with a smile. In the centre of her palm lay four shining double B SHOT. "There! I found those in my slipper this morning!" Jeff was speechless. "Of course YOU did it!
The Angel of Pity, or the Universal Conscience, or whatever it is that you and I have learned from our books and our teachers to put as our symbol of the belief in the higher things, wrote upon his records that night that a prayer had gone up, for the first time, from the dingy back room of the Hotel Mayfield.
George Mayfield and Harry Crandall, together with an aged Professor, had been wrecked on an island, one year before the opening event in this chapter. They were attached to a ship training school that met with disaster in mid-Pacific, and when cast ashore had nothing whatever except the clothing they wore.
You have neither believed it nor proved it; but if you will come upstairs with me, I will show you that I have done both." Mayfield glanced at me and shrugged his fat shoulders. Hilda had led the way, and we both followed her. In the room of the sick man our other witnesses were waiting: a tall, dark, austere man who was introduced to me as Dr.
"Oh," said he, "I reckon she can be persuaded, and here she is." Margaret and Mrs. Mayfield came out of the house. "Margaret," said the old man, "I reckon these young folks air goin' to git married." Margaret held out her arms and Lou ran to her, and with her head on her mother's bosom, she declared that she never could have thought it so sweet to be ashamed.
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