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The excited interest in Mrs. McGuire's face and voice was as great as even Susan herself could have desired. Susan obviously swelled with the glory of the occasion, though she still spoke with cold loftiness. "The one and the same, Mis' McGuire." "My stars an' stockin's, you don't say! An' they've gone to the funeral?" "They have." "An' they'll get the money now, I s'pose." "They will."
A question, a comment, a chance word neither Keith nor his father could have told afterward what started it. They knew only that a sudden light as of a flame leaped into John McGuire's face and he was back in the trenches of France and carrying them with him.
"And so you couldn't put this into a poem eh?" Susan shook her head again and sighed. "No. An' it's been that way lots o' times lately, 'specially since I seen John McGuire's poems so fine an' bumtious! Oh, I have the perspiration to write, lots o' times, an' I yield up to it an' write.
It was not like the boss to make them. "What's left of 'em don't miss no calls to grub," the cook conceded. "What's left of 'em?" repeated Raidler in a husky voice. Mechanically he began to look around for McGuire's grave. He had in his mind a white slab such as he had seen in the Alabama church-yard. But immediately he knew that was foolish. "Sure," said Pete; "what's left.
Keith was in the living-room, his head bowed in his two hands, his elbows on the table before him. At the first sound of Susan's steps he lifted his head with a jerk. "I was lookin' for you," began Susan the moment she had crossed the threshold. Susan had learned that Keith hated above all things to have to speak first, or to ask, "Who is it?" "Mis' McGuire's jest been here."
"'That's just it, that's just it, Susan, he moans. 'You've got to have work or you die. There's nothin' in the whole world like work YOUR WORK! John McGuire's got his work, an' I'm glad of it. But where's mine? Where's mine, I tell you? "An' I told him he'd jest been havin' his work, helpin' John McGuire.
"WORKING! Down to MCGUIRE'S!" Keith plainly did not yet understand. "Sure! An' he's got a real good position, too." Susan spoke jauntily, enthusiastically. "But the McGuires never buy pictures," frowned Keith, "or want " He stopped short. Face, voice, and manner underwent a complete change. "Susan, you don't mean that dad is CLERKING down there behind that grocery counter!"
"But even that ain't the worst thing that could happen," maintained Susan stoutly. "I can tell you Keith Burton ain't goin' to let a little thing like that floor him!" Mrs. McGuire, however, did not echo Susan's optimistic prophecies. But Mrs. McGuire's own sky just now was overcast, which perhaps had something to do with it. Mrs. McGuire had troubles of her own.
And when he is well, or and when he is well, instead of vaquero I will make you mayordomo of the Rancho de las Piedras. Esta bueno? "Si, si mil gracias , señor." Ylario tried to kneel upon the floor in his gratitude, but the cattleman kicked at him benevolently, growling, "None of your opery-house antics, now." Ten minutes later Ylario came from McGuire's room and stood before Raidler.
But in all probability he felt himself tied down by the phrase which Moltke so strongly reprobates. Despite Dr. McGuire's statement Jackson knew well that disobedience to orders may sometimes be condoned. It may be questioned whether he invariably demanded "blind" obedience. "General," said an officer, "you blame me for disobedience of orders, but in Mexico you did the same yourself."
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