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Nesbitt was out of town, so I took the rent in advance, turned over the keys, and proceeded to spend the five dollars. I learned that system of frenzied finance from you twins in the old days in the parsonage. "Next morning, full of pride, I told Mr. Nesbitt about it. "'Rented 800 Stout, he roared. 'Why, I rented it myself, a three years' lease at eighteen a month, move in next Monday.
The bairns have it ready, and Mrs Nesbitt needs it after her walk." Effie fancied that the letter Mrs Nesbitt had brought came from some one else than Christie, or she might not have assented with such seeming readiness to the proposal to have tea first. As it was, she hastened Nellie's nearly-completed arrangements, and seated herself behind the tray.
The young man laid a slip of paper upon the table. "That is a certified check for the amount," he said. "Mr. Malcolmson, please give me my receipt." "Ah!" Mr. Wingrave remarked. "I thought that you would find the money." Nesbitt bit his lip, but he said nothing till he had the receipt and had fastened it up in his pocket. Then he turned suddenly round upon Wingrave. "Look here!" he said.
He was always resigned, father was, about giving the girls up in marriage, but every one always said he would draw the line there. He is developing, I guess. "Do you remember Nesbitt and Orchard? Mr. Nesbitt was a member of the church when we lived here, but it was before I was born, so I don't feel especially well acquainted on that account. But he calls me Connie and acts very fatherly.
"But, I thought most of those French corvettes were wall-sided, sir?" "Ay, true enough," replied Captain Farmer, with a chuckle, as he came down the poop-ladder and turned to go into his cabin. "But, not all of them, Nesbitt, not all of them, my boy. I tell you, I would know the old Serieuse anywhere, for they haven't got another tub like her afloat."
The words might seem to many a reader tame and common-place enough, but many of them Christie never forgot while she lived, and many of them John Nesbitt will not cease to remember to his dying day. Christie had no thought of showing him all that was in her heart.
So, that night, as she sat with Annie and Sarah in her aunt's room, when all the little ones had gone to bed, she said: "Aunt Elsie, I am going to take Christie back with me, to stay a week with Mrs Nesbitt." Aunt Elsie looked astonished and somewhat displeased. "Why should you do the like of that?" she asked. "Oh, just for a change.
But after I finished college, when they offered me the English Department in the High School in Mount Mark at seventy-five per, and when I insisted on coming down here to Centerville to take this stenographic job with Messrs. Nesbitt and Orchard, at eight a week, well, the serene atmosphere of our quiet home was decidedly murky for a while.
He did not speak another word to Wingrave. "I'm beastly sorry," Aynesworth said to him on the stairs. "I wish I could help you!" "Thank you," Nesbitt answered. "No one can help me. I'm through." Aynesworth returned to the sitting room. Wingrave had lit a cigarette and watched him as he arranged some papers. "Quite a comedy, isn't it?" he remarked grimly.
Captain Nesbitt, dozing in his quarters, heard the sound, and running in the direction of it found that Private William B. Young, aged 28, of Oakdale, had placed the muzzle of his rifle against his left temple and gone to swell by one the interminable list of the Conemaugh Valley's dead.
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