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"'Deed no, not at all, says I. So he filled my cans an' then says he: 'I would give you a nice wee cow if I cud carry thim home fur ye. "'It's not home I'm goin', says I, 'but to an' oul neighbor who can't carry it herself. "'So much th' betther fur me, says he, an' off he walked between the cans. At Mary McKinstry's doore that afthernoon we stood till the shadows began t' fall."
It was a Pennsylvania regiment which had held that wood longest, McKinstry's. Half a dozen other men were employed like the Doctor, Irish, generally: they don't forget the fellows that messed with them as quickly as our countrymen do. "We're in luck, Dan Reilly," said one. "Here's the Docthor himself.
The master knew that the man beside him might hardly prove as lenient to a second objection at his hand. But that very reason, perhaps, impelled him, now that he knew his danger, to consider it more strongly as a duty, and his pride revolted from a possible threat underlying McKinstry's confidences.
I've got yer the proofs that that sneakin' hound of a Yankee school-master that Cress McKinstry's hell bent on, and that the old man and old woman are just chuckin' into her arms, is a lyin', black-hearted, hypocritical seducer" "Stop!" said Uncle Ben in a voice that made the crazy casement rattle.
Midway of the field and near the water-course arose McKinstry's barn the solitary human structure whose rude, misshapen, bulging sides and swallow-haunted eaves bursting with hay from the neighboring pasture, seemed however only an extravagant growth of the prolific soil. Mrs. McKinstry gazed at it anxiously.
He halted irresolutely at what he believed was his sober second thought, but which, like most reflections that take that flattering title, was only a reaction as impulsive and illogical as the emotion that preceded it. Mr. McKinstry's "snake rail" fence was already discernible in the lighter opening of the woods, not far from where he had halted.
Looking at it more closely he saw that the sprigs were bound together, not by thread or ribbon, but by long filaments of soft brown hair tightly wound around them. He unwound a single hair and held it to the light. Its length, color, texture, and above all a certain inexplicable instinct, told him it was Cressy McKinstry's.
"You know it was that arternoon that fool Stacey sent the sheriff and the Harrisons over to McKinstry's barn." "Go on!" petulantly said the master, who had his own reasons for not caring to recall it. "It was that arternoon, you know, that you hadn't time to hark to me hevin' to go off on an engagement," continued Uncle Ben with protracted deliberation, "and"
Whatever might have been the feelings and intentions of the men around him, the precedence of McKinstry's right to the duello was a principle too deeply rooted in their traditions to deny; if any resistance to it had been contemplated by some of them, the fact that the master was now armed, and that Mr.
In an interval of feverish consciousness and pain, his perception and memory had been quickened; a suspicion of the real cause of his disaster had dawned upon him but his childish lips were heroically sealed. The master glanced appealingly at the Doctor. "Take him before you in the saddle to McKinstry's," said the latter promptly. "I can attend to both."
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