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The general led the way to a smoldering camp fire, where, out of a valise, he took writing materials and, using the valise as a desk, began to write. After he had written "Headquarters of the Grand Army of the Irish Republic" he looked up, and asked Yates his Christian name. Being answered, he inquired the name of his friend. "I want nothing from you," interposed Renmark.
It's a revival meeting; a protracted meeting, that's what it is. You had better come with us, Mr. Renmark, and then you can see what it is like. You can walk home with Yates." This attractive denouement did not seem to appeal so strongly to the professor as the boy expected, for he made no answer. "You will come, sis; won't you?" urged the boy. "Are you sure Kitty is going?" "Of course she is.
She's mine, and I'm hers which are two ways of stating the same delightful fact. I'm up in a balloon, Renny. I'm engaged to the prettiest, sweetest, and most delightful girl there is from the Atlantic to the Pacific. What d'ye think of that? Say, Renmark, there's nothing on earth like it. You ought to reform and go in for being in love. It would make a man of you.
You're not hurt, are you?" he asked anxiously, as he noticed how white the young man was around the lips. "Look here, Renmark; you're a sensible man. There is a time to interfere and a time not to. This is the time not to. A certain international element seems to have crept into this dispute. Now, you stand aside, like a good fellow, for I don't want to have to thrash both of you."
A few of the young men came sheepishly round to get a book out of the library, but it was evident that their interest was not so much in the volume as in the librarian, and when that fact became apparent to the girl, she resented it. Margaret was thought to be cold and proud by the youth of the neighborhood, or "stuck-up," as they expressed it. To such a girl a man like Renmark was a revelation.
Without waiting for the answer, for which he probably knew there would have been little use in delaying, Yates walked to the fence and sprang over it, with one hand on the top rail. Renmark stood still for some minutes, then, quietly gathering underbrush and sticks large and small, lighted a fire, and sat down on a log, with his head in his hands.
Renmark fell into the error of thinking Miss Kitty a frivolous young person, whereas she was merely a girl who had an inexhaustible fund of high spirits, and one who took a most deplorable pleasure in shocking a serious man.
"Here's a pencil," said the messenger. "A newspaper man is never without a pencil, thank you," replied Yates, taking one out of his inside pocket. "Now, Renmark, I'm not going to tell a lie on this occasion," he continued. "I think the truth is better on all occasions." "Right you are. So here goes for the solid truth." Yates, as he lay on the ground, wrote rapidly on the telegraph blank.
Yates stood for a moment regarding the dejected attitude of his friend. "Hello, old man!" he cried, "you have the most 'hark-from-the-tombs' appearance I ever saw. What's the matter?" Renmark looked up. "Oh, it's you, is it?" "Of course it's I. Been expecting anybody else?" "No. I have been waiting for you, and thinking of a variety of things." "You look it. Well, Renny, congratulate me, my boy.
"Oh, does he?" said Renmark, taken aback; although, when he reflected, he realized that the father doubtless knew as little about the dangers of the city as the daughter did. "And what does your mother say?" "Oh, mother thinks if a girl is a good housekeeper it is all that is required.
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