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But Ralston, not to be frustrated, carried the matter to Monck, then on the high road to recovery. "What in thunder is the matter with the young ass?" he demanded. "He gets more lantern-jawed and obstreperous every day." "Leave him to me!" said Monck. "Discharge him as cured! I'll manage him." "But that's just what he isn't," grumbled Ralston. "He ought to be well.
But Stella shook her head with a weary discontent. "That doesn't help. It's in the desert that I mean so that he shan't miss me when he comes." "He cannot miss you, darling," Mrs. Ralston assured her; but in her own heart she doubted. For the doctor had told her that he did not think she would live through the night. Again she strained her ears to listen.
"Emma is spending the evening with her cousin, that other Miss Dean of Ralston House," replied Irene. "Miss Taylor," she shrugged her shoulders slightly, "is with Miss Wicks and Miss Hampton, I suppose." "I don't think I shall overstudy to-night," announced Miriam, a little later, as she rose from the table. "I'm going for a walk. Want to go with me?"
Keith, saying: "Read it, dear friend." Mrs. Keith took the letter and read: NEW YORK, Dec. 7th. Dear Sir: A man assuming to be a lawyer called on me this afternoon, and requested information regarding our friend, Mrs. Ralston.
"'Well, what does the laugh mean? asked the other, in a tone that did not indicate remarkable good humor, when the sound had ceased. "'Excuse me, I was not laughing at you! said Ralston, 'but at the blind, besotted fools who believe that they hold in their hands the destinies of this Republic, and who really have no more power over them than so many children playing at marbles!
Ralston nearly stumbled over a crouching, white-clad figure that rose up swiftly and noiselessly on the instant and resolved itself into the salaaming person of Peter the Sikh. He had slept across Stella's threshold ever since her bereavement. "My mem-sahib is still awake," he told her with a touch of wistfulness. "She sleeps only when the night is nearly spent."
"Have a smoke." The intruder glared at Windham; then he eased himself uncomfortably into a spacious leather-covered seat, bit off the end of a cigar, half-viciously and, having found the cuspidor, began. "I've something for your ear alone, Bill Ralston...." "Meet Benito Windham," Ralston introduced. "Speak out. I have no secrets from my friends." The other hemmed and hawed.
I also advertised that all the real property, was for sale. Business had somewhat changed since 1857. Parrott & Co.; Garrison, Fritz & Ralston; Wells, Fargo & Co.; Drexel, Sather & Church, and Tallant & Wilde, were the principal bankers. Property continued almost unsalable, and prices were less than a half of what they had been in 1853-'54.
According to Mr. Ralston, in some places, "the last sheaf of rye is left as a shelter to the Roggenwolf or Rye-wolf during the winter's cold, and in many a summer or autumn festive rite that being is represented by a rustic, who assumes a wolf-like appearance. The corn spirit was, however, often symbolised under a human form."
Then lie quiet for a few moments; after that you may talk." This is done, and for a time there is silence in the room. Then the wounded man whispers, with an appearance of more strength: "Tell her to come here." Mrs. Ralston moves forward, and he looks at her long and attentively. Then, with a turn of his olden coolness: "You grew tired of me," he said.
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