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Updated: May 6, 2025
The coast survey officer had kindly gathered my letters in one parcel, and had deposited them for safe- keeping with the postmaster's white clerk. The responsible position of postmaster was filled by an ignorant colored man, because his politics were those of the party then in power.
My old father used to say, 'Run hard when you run, but don't start so sudden that you stub your toe and tumble down. So in your case I just took the responsibility and held the thing back." The postmaster's eyes were searching Parker's face for signal of approbation. The engineer went to him and shook his hand with hearty emphasis. "You've got a level head, Mr. Postmaster," he said, delightedly.
In Charley's mind was the question, Who had discovered his presence here? Was he not, then, to escape? Who should send him parcels through the post? The Cure was perturbed. Was he, then, to know who this man was his name and history? Was the story of his life now to be told? Charley broke the silence. "Tell the girl to come in." Instantly afterwards the postmaster's daughter entered.
Opening safes only to find that they contained a few dollars in stamps and the postmaster's carpet slippers vexed him extremely and he then entered into the game of boring neat holes in the rim of twenty-dollar gold pieces, leaving only the outer shell and filling 'em up with a composition he invented that made the coin ring like a marriage bell.
"Now that my mind is at ease about the immediate future of the biggest rascal in Venezuela I can take an active part in Steynholme affairs once more. When it's all through I'll make a novel of it, dashed if I don't, with the postmaster's daughter in the three-color process as a frontispiece." "But who will be the villain?" said Peters. Hart waved the negro-head pipe at the other three.
I tried to comfort the poor girl, and we took her on with us to the next post, where the postmaster's wife attended to her. "On seeing her next morning I felt that my life's happiness or sorrow lay in her hands. She was innocence, simplicity, beauty, combined.
The facts that he was quite simply and sincerely sorry for the postmaster's ailing wife, and that he had the yeoman's love for fresh and springing green instead of withered leaf and stalk, in no wise militated against that other fact that it was his cue to conciliate, as far as might be, the minds of men.
I knew very well there was not, of course, but I had the not unexpected pleasure of seeing the postmaster's eyes dilate inquiringly, so that I felt called upon to say: 'I am a stranger, sir, in Sidon, at present, but I hope to enjoy the honor of making the acquaintance of a large number of your intelligent citizens during my brief stay with you.
Opulence, self-indulgence, good-nature, and a certain element of fanatical fire mingled in the atmosphere of the postmaster's office, and made it somewhat turgid. When Darling heard Susannah's errand he became serious enough. An apoplectic sort of breathlessness came over him, expressing a degree of interest which she could not understand. He settled his hat more firmly upon his head.
He saluted us, and then said to the master of the house, in German: "These are recruits?" "Yes, Monsieur Stenger," replied the other, "we will never be rid of them. If I could poison them all, it would be a good deed." I turned quietly, and said: "I understand German: do not speak in such a manner." The postmaster's pipe fell from his hand.
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