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The smile on his face grew brighter for an instant, then he closed his eyes and quietly carried the case up to a Court of Final Appeals, before which the officer showed no desire to give evidence. Mr. Putchett was buried the next day, and most of the people in the neighborhood were invited to the funeral.
When the day arrived, her adorer arose unusually early, and spent an impatient hour or two awaiting Alice's appearance. As she bade him good-morning, he threw about her neck a chain, to which was attached an exquisite little watch; then, while the delighted child was astonishing her parents and the other boarders, Mr. Putchett betook himself to the barn in a state of abject sheepishness.
Putchett, the sanded barroom and his own rather dismal chamber coming to his mind. "You ought to board where we do," said Alice, enthusiastically. "We have heaps of fun. Have you got a barn?" Mr. Putchett confessed that he did not know. "Oh, we've got a splendid one!" exclaimed the child. "There's stalls, and a granary, and a carriage-house and two lofts in it.
Here, however, he was so utterly alone as to be almost frightened, and the murmuring and moaning of the surf on the beach near the hotel added to his loneliness a sense of terror. Almost overcome by dismal forebodings, Mr. Putchett hurried out of the hotel and toward the beach.
"Is the house very full?" asked Mr. Putchett. "Not so very," replied the child. "If you come there to board, I'll make Frank teach you how to make whistles." That afternoon Mr. Putchett took the train for New York, from which city he returned the next morning with quite a well-filled trunk.
Putchett remained at the boarding-house, and grew daily in the estimation of every one. From being thought queer and strange, he gradually gained the reputation of being the best-hearted, most guileless, most considerate man alive. He was the faithful squire of all the ladies, both young and old, and was adored by all the children.
A stout rope was stretched from a post on the shore to a buoy in deep water where it was anchored, and back and forth on this rope capered every day twenty or thirty hideously dressed but very happy people, among whom might always be seen Mr. Putchett with a child on his shoulder.
Putchett, but one which did not at all change that gentleman's opinion of the wearer. She ran into the water, was thrown down by the surf, she was swallowed by some big waves and dived through others, and all the while the veteran operator watched her with a solicitude, which, despite his anxiety for her safety, gave him a sensation as delightful as it was strange.
Putchett, having to bid no family good-by, to care for no securities save those stowed away in his capacious pockets, and freed from the annoyance of baggage by reason of the fact that he had on his back the only outer garments that he owned, was rapidly leaving New York on a train, which he had carefully assured himself did not carry the dreaded Bayle. Once fairly started, Mr.
Putchett snatched at the line and caught it, and in an instant half a dozen women pulled upon it, only to have it break almost inside Mr. Putchett's hands. Again it was thrown, and again the frightened broker caught it.
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