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He turned his head and his eyes followed Mary's pointing finger. "Mother!" He walked amazedly up before Mrs. De Peyster's palsied figure. "Mother!" In the same instant Judge Harvey was beside her. "Caroline!" he breathed, like one seeing a ghost. "Ye-yes," she mumbled. "Then you're not dead?" "N-no," she mumbled. The Judge and Jack and Mary gazed down at her in uttermost astoundment.
De Peyster forth from the china closet. The officer pulled up Mrs. De Peyster's veil, and closely scanned her features; which, to be just to the officer, were so distorted that they bore little semblance to the Mrs. De Peyster of her portraits. "Recognize her, Bill?" he queried. "Looks a bit like the pictures of Chicago Sal," said Bill. "But I ain't ever handled her.
"But I tell you I'm Matilda Simpson, Mrs. De Peyster's housekeeper!" "If so, who's the other mourner?" inquired the humorous policeman. "And what's she doin' here?" "She's she's" and then Matilda plunged blindly at a lie "she's my sister." And having started, she went on: "My sister Angelica, who lives in Syracuse. She's come to visit me awhile." The officer grinned.
She had decided that she must somehow get away from the couple at once; in the darkness slip unobserved into her sitting-room; lock the door; remain there noiseless; she had decided so much, when suddenly her wits were sent spinning by a new fear. The real Matilda! Mrs. De Peyster's ears, at that moment frantically acute, registered dim movements of Matilda overhead.
De Peyster with an air of noble principle, "is a thing I will not do." Matilda knew nothing of the secret of Mrs. De Peyster's exhausted credit at her bank. "My own money," Matilda remarked plaintively, "is all in a savings bank. I have to give thirty days' notice before I can draw a penny." There was a brief silence.
I saw not what followed upon this last despairing effort, for now Tybee was down and I was kneeling beside him to search for the wound. But when I looked again, the crackling crashes of the rifle-firing had ceased. A stout, gray-headed man, whom I afterward knew as Isaac Shelby's father, was riding up from the patriot line to receive Captain de Peyster's sword, and the battle was ended.
He had told the reporters that he had been quietly married over three weeks before, that he and his wife had been living in seclusion, and that on learning of his mother's demise they had come to the house to direct the obsequies.... Those Paris police were trying to solve the mystery of what had become of Mrs. De Peyster's trunks.... If Mrs.
Next to the story of Beekman De Peyster's fatal success in transforming a fairly good wife into a ferocious angler, probably the most instructive is the singular adventure that befell Bolton Chichester in taking a brief vacation while he was engaged to be married.
"Me!" cried Olivetta, who for the last minute had with difficulty restrained her ecstasy. "Paris! the Louvre! the Luxembourg! Versailles!" She flung her arms about Mrs. De Peyster's neck amid a shower of hairpins. "Oh, Caroline Caroline. It's it's simply glorious!" It was the next day.
I've got a key to the inside door, but none to the door in the boarding; and as I knew there was nobody in the house I could rouse up, there was nothing for it but to wait till you and William came back. So we've been sitting out there on a park bench ever since." There was one particular word of Jack's explanation that drummed against Mrs. De Peyster's ear. "We?" she ejaculated. "We?"
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