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Remembering the experience of the evangelical McSnagley, he carefully avoided that Rock of Ages on which that unskillful pilot had shipwrecked her young faith.
McSnagley proceeded to inquire after Sister Morpher. "She is an adornment to ChrisTEWanity, and has a likely growin' young family," added Mr. McSnagley; "and there's that mannerly young gal so well behaved Miss Clytie." In fact, Clytie's perfections seemed to affect him to such an extent that he dwelt for several minutes upon them. The master was doubly embarrassed.
"There's been a row down to Smith's old Pocket a fight a man killed." "Who?" shouted M'liss from the stairs. "McSnagley shot dead." THE PEOPLE vs. JOHN DOE WATERS. Before Chief Justice LYNCH. The hurried statement of the messenger was corroborated in the streets that night. It was certain that McSnagley was killed.
So that the master, after a few futile efforts to say something natural, found it convenient to recall another engagement and left without asking the information required, but in his after reflections somewhat unjustly giving the Rev. Mr. McSnagley the full benefit of having refused it. But the master obtained the advice in another and unexpected direction.
"Run over, there's a dear, and ask him to come here," said Mrs. Morpher, without noticing a sudden irregularity of conduct in her firstborn. "Run quick!" Clytie did not wait for a second command. Without availing herself of the proffered company of McSnagley she hastily tied the strings of her school hat under her plump chin, and slipped out of the house.
A groan burst from McSnagley, an expression of astonishment from the schoolroom, and a yell from the windows, as M'liss brought her red fist down on the desk, with the emphatic declaration: "It's a d n lie. I don't believe it!" The long wet season had drawn near its close. Signs of spring were visible in the swelling buds and rushing torrents. The pine forests exhaled a fresher spicery.
McSnagley still lingered. "Do you ever carry any weppings ?" he at length asked. "Weapons? No. What do you want with weapons to go a mile on a starlit road to a deserted claim. Nonsense, man, what are you thinking of? We're hunting a lost child, not a runaway felon. Come along," and the master dragged him away. Mrs. Morpher watched them from the door until their figures were lost in the darkness.
"Hadn't you better take some one with you?" said Mrs. Morpher. "By all means. I 'll go!" said Mr. McSnagley, with feverish alacrity. The master looked inquiringly at M'liss. "He can go if he wants to, but he'd better not," said M'liss, looking directly into McSnagley's eyes. "What do you mean by that, you little savage?" said McSnagley quickly. M'liss turned scornfully away.
But he thought of Mliss, and the evening of their first meeting; and perhaps with a pardonable superstition that it was not chance alone that had guided her willful feet to the schoolhouse, and perhaps with a complacent consciousness of the rare magnanimity of the act, he choked back his dislike and went to McSnagley. The reverend gentleman was glad to see him.
"And how's Brother James, and the fammerly?" "They're all well except 'Risty; he's off again, as if my life weren't already pestered out with one child," and Mrs. Morpher glanced significantly at M'liss. "Ah, well, we all of us have our trials," said McSnagley. "I've been ailin' again. That ager must be in my bones still. I've been rather onsettled myself to-day."
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