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Blithers was sufficiently fair-minded to concede that the fellow was good- looking, well-bred and clever, just the sort of chap that any girl might fall in love with like a shot. As a matter of fact, he once had admired Scoville, but that was before he came to look upon him as a menace. He would make a capital husband for any girl in the world, except Maud.
Mrs. Scoville, you may not believe it, but my good friend won that bet.
Now that the supreme crisis of danger had apparently passed for the moment, she was trembling violently in nervous reaction, and could speak only in little gasps. Every instant a deeper appreciation of the immense effort she had made in his behalf overwhelmed Scoville, and for a moment he lost all self-control.
Perhaps, he thinks that any charge of this nature must fall before Oliver's manly appearance. Whatever he thinks, there is but one thing to do: find Oliver." "Mrs. Scoville, the police have started upon that attempt. I got the tip this morning." "We must forestall them. To satisfy the judge, Oliver must come of his own accord to face these charges." "It's a brave stock.
More than the military necessity of repelling the Confederate charge bursting from the grove occupied the mind of Scoville. It looked to him as if the fight would take place about the very home of the girl to whom his heart was so tender, and his impulse was to be near, to protect and defend.
"I will see that our men are well cared for. I am not responsible for the others." "But I am, and all must fare alike. Cook, prepare a nice light breakfast for all the wounded men before you do anything else." "Yes, mars'r, I 'bey you, I sut'ny will." Scoville strode away to attend to other duties. Mrs. Baron glared after him and then at Aun' Suke, who at once began her work.
"Oh, mammy," cried the girl, "I'm that hungry I could almost eat you, and I don't know when we'll have breakfast." "You des in time, den, honey. Come right in." But Miss Lou paused at the door in embarrassment, for Scoville had risen from the table and was advancing to meet her. "Good-morning, Miss Baron," he said.
It was not particularly a trucking community; although, since Scoville had begun to grow so fast and many city people had moved into that pleasant town, the local demand for garden produce had increased. "It used to be a saying here," said Henry, "that a bushel of winter turnips would supply all the needs of Scoville. But that ain't exactly so now.
"Oh, dear!" cried the girl, with another rush of tears, "my uncle believes that our house will be burned and we all murdered, and they are going to marry me to my cousin against my will, so that he can take me to a place of safety." "When?" asked Scoville, excitedly. "To-morrow evening." Aun' Jinkey in her trepidation had stepped to the door, and there, sure enough, was Mrs.
"No, uncle," replied the girl, "you COMMAND me no more ... Request me politely, and I will shake hands with Lieutenant Scoville, thank him for his courtesy to me and to us all, and then go with you." The old man turned on his heel and walked back to the house without a word. "Bravo!" whispered Scoville, but he felt her hand tremble on his arm. "That's your true course," he added.
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