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His name was Bishop, and an old schoolmate of mine. I was on the morning guard-mount detail, and was the first one to see him as we were going along the picket line. He had been shot in the head, and most likely never knew what hit him. To make the fate of Bishop more impressive his going on for night duty instead of myself had been decided by chance." "Well, what of it?" said Pullen.
From seaward, nothing but a wild line of sand-hills meets the view, such as few mariners would venture to approach, and through which fewer still could hope to find a passage into the calmer waters of Lake Victoria, so completely hidden is the entrance. It was only by patient watching indeed, that Mr. Pullen seized the opportunity by which he entered the Goolwa.
Again the astonished carpenter was about to speak, but the dealer hastily checked him with his hand. "One at a time," he said. "Mrs. Pullen, I was very sorry to hear this afternoon, for your sake, that you had lost all your money. What I wanted to say to you now, now that you are poor, was to ask you to be Mrs. Miller. What d'ye say?" Mrs.
She was not a good scholar, and it took her some time to read the letter, a proceeding which she punctuated with such "Ohs" and "Ahs" and gaspings and "God bless my souls" as nearly drove the carpenter and his wife, who were leaning forward impatiently, to the verge of desperation. "Who's it from?" asked Mr. Tidger for the third time. "I don't know," said Mrs. Pullen.
The Tidgers were at home when he entered, and Mrs. Pullen flushed faintly as he shook hands. "I was coming in before," he said, impressively, "after what I heard this afternoon, but I had to drive over to Thorpe." "You 'eard it?" inquired the carpenter, in an incredulous voice. "Certainly," said the dealer, "and very sorry I was. Sorry for one thing, but glad for another."
He gave up at the seventh game, and pushing back his chair, said that he thought Mrs. Pullen was the most wonderful draught- player he had ever seen, and took no notice when Mrs. Tidger, in a dry voice charged with subtle meaning, said that she thought he was. "Draughts come natural to some people," said Mrs. Pullen, modestly. "It's as easy as kissing your fingers." Mr.
"Looks like it," said Mrs. Pullen, feebly. "What is it?" screamed Mrs. Tidger, wrought beyond all endurance. Her husband turned and regarded her with much severity, but Mrs. Tidger's gaze was the stronger, and after a vain attempt to meet it, he handed her the letter. Mrs.
Tidger gazed at her open-mouthed, and taking advantage of that fact, blew out the candle to hide his discomposure. "What!" he said, blankly, "at 'er time o' life?" "Watch 'em to-morrer," said his wife. The carpenter acted upon his instructions, and his ire rose as he noticed the assiduous attention paid by his two friends to the frivolous Mrs. Pullen. Mr.
Tidger, in justification of the huge crust he was carving into mouthfuls with his pocket-knife. "Seems to me I can't eat enough sometimes. Hullo, who's the letter for?" He took it from the postman, who stood at the door amid a bevy of Tidgers who had followed him up the court, and slowly read the address. "'Mrs. Ann Pullen," he said, handing it over to his sister-in-law; "nice writing, too."
Pullen was bearing the loss of her fortune. With a view of being out of the way when the denial was published, Mr. Miller, after loudly expressing in public his sympathy for Mrs. Pullen and his admiration of her qualities, drove over with some pigs to a neighbouring village, returning to Thatcham in the early evening. Then hurriedly putting his horse up he made his way to the carpenter's.
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