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Plume's overthrow, and after a disappearance from public view for some time he had turned up just as Gumbolt began to be talked of, with a small sheet somewhat larger than a pocket-handkerchief, which, in prophetic tribute to Gumbolt's future manufactures, he christened the Gumbolt Whistle. Mr.
"You're a fool!" said Wickersham, briefly. "You can get some one to go through a ceremony for you that would satisfy her and wouldn't peach afterwards " "What a damned scoundrel you are, Plume!" said Mr. Wickersham, coldly. Plume's expression was between a smile and a scowl, but the smile was less pleasant than the frown. "Get her to go to New York When you've got her there you've got her.
"Then it come to me that I'd drove that plume to school and drove it to meetin' and drove it to the Fair an'drove it most everywheres on Becky. So I reached out a pole an' ketched it fore it got in amongst the logs an' come to any damage, an' here it is! The hat's passed in its checks, I guess; looks kind as if a wet elephant had stepped on it; but the plume's bout's good as new!
One moment she studied it, under the dull gleam of the lantern of the sergeant of the guard, and then slowly spoke: "Gentlemen, I have seen this worn by Elise and I believe I know how it came to find its way back here and it does not brighten the situation. From our piazza, the morning of Major Plume's start for Prescott, I could plainly see Downs hanging about the wagon.
The land requires some rain, does it not? Still I trust it will not rain till I am home, for my plume's sake," tossing his head. "Allow me," and as he passed he offered Oliver a couple of cigars. "One each," he added; "the best Devon." Oliver took the cigars mechanically, holding them as if they had been vipers, at arm's length, till the courtier had left the garden, and the hedge interposed.
Plume's illness and her "sleep-walking act," as it had been referred to, and many had thought, but few had spoken, of her possible presence on the post of No. 5 about the time that No. 5 was stabbed. They knew she couldn't have done it, of course, but then how strange that she should have been there at all! The story had gained balloon-like expanse by this time, and speculation was more than rife.
"But these later affairs that Wren couldn't explain or wouldn't." Plume's voice and color both were rising. "Couldn't is the just word, major, and couldn't especially to you," was the significant reply. Plume rose from his chair and stood a moment, trembling not a little and his fingers twitching. "You mean " he huskily began.
Plume's vivacious maid, a French-Canadian damsel, much admired and sought in soldier circles at the post, but Mullins had not seen their faces and could rightfully insist it was his duty and prerogative to do so. The question was, how would the "commanding officer's lady" like and take it? Mullins therefore shook his head. "I hadn't the nerve," as he expressed it, long afterwards.
"Talking of wings, do you object if I see more closely the cut and style of your wings? I never saw before a human creature possessing a pair." After a moment's hesitancy she raised her right arm and with it the one wing unfolded. I ventured near enough to see the intricate network of muscle and bone woven around the arm and filling the space between the raised arm and the side of Plume's body.
It was barely midnight when Plume's big black wagon, the Concord, all spring and hickory, as said the post quartermaster, went whirling away behind its strapping team of four huge Missouri mules.
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