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I lived for many years among them not finally leaving the country until 1859, and I had the means of studying their character. I had not been a fortnight in Ireland before I was sent down to a little town in the far west of county Galway, to balance a defaulting postmaster's accounts, find out how much he owed, and report upon his capacity to pay. In these days such accounts are very simple.
A stout maid-servant, wearing the costume and cap of Picardy, entered in haste, and thus addressed her mistress: "Madame, there is a person here that wants to speak to master; he has come in the postmaster's calash from Saint-Valery, and he says that he is M. Rodin." "M. Rodin?" said the bailiff rising. "Show him in directly!" A moment after, M. Rodin made his appearance.
Bang said, that she must rather have gone to be delivered from confinement; and, in truth, Crooked Island was a most desolate domicile for a lady; our friend the postmaster's family, and a few negroes employed in catching turtle, and making salt, and dressing some scrubby cotton trees, composing the whole population.
Bingham was at the post-office. She took care to be there at the dinner hour, when the postmaster's wife generally came to the counter. "A newcomer, Mrs. Carter. Have you seen Mrs. Fairfax?" "Once or twice, ma'am." "Has she many letters?" The door between the office and the parlour was open. "I've no doubt she will have, ma'am, if her business succeeds."
It stood at the upper end of the field and played and played and played. The band never did things by halves. When it played it played; and, as Outfield West affirmed, "it played till the cows came home!" There were plenty of familiar faces here to-day; Professor Gibbs's, old "Peg-Leg" Duffy's, Professor Durkee's, the village postmaster's, "Old Joe" Pike's, and many, many others.
The new postmaster's jaw fell, and he looked uneasy, for he always grudged the money he paid out, even the paltry dollar and a half which went to poor Tom. "I always calkerlate to pay fair wages," he said; "but I ain't rich, and I can't afford to fling away money." "How much do you pay Tom Tripp?" asked Herbert. He knew, but he wanted to draw Mr. Graham out.
There had been another fight at El Diablo and "Uncle Sam had stepped in and 'pinched' the whole darned bunch." To that opinion, the crowd for the most part concurred though there were some who thought otherwise. It remained for Silvanus Rock himself to upset the truth of the postmaster's statement.
Yes, do, Mamma!" shouted both children at once. "It'll be such fun and she won't know where it comes from." Mrs. The children, however, were quite satisfied with the postmaster's letter and began preparations the very next morning to secure the doll and her "fit out" as Beth called it.
But, if I must share in the hunt, I tell you now that, metaphorically speaking, I shall cling to the postmaster's daughter till torn away by sheer force of evidence." Furneaux dug his colleague in the ribs. "That's the effect of constant association with me, James," he cackled gleefully. "Ten years ago you would have pounced on Elkin. You've hit it! I'm a prood mon the day.
"In that case, he can hardly grumble if the postmaster's daughter has an eye for another young man." "Miss Martin!" snorted Robinson. "She wouldn't look the side of the road he was on. Fred Elkin isn't her sort." "But he said to-night in the Hare and Hounds that he and Miss Martin were practically engaged." "Stuff an' nonsense! Sorry, sir, but I admire Doris Martin.
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