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He could lie awake nights and study days to devise means to reward Seth's generosity. And he would do it, he resolved. And Mr. Sinjin should know that he had recovered the prize, and that he held it all the more precious since he had found out the giver. Frank was leaning over the rail of the schooner gazing down at the beautiful flashing water, and thinking of home.
Arrived at the depot, they found it thronged with soldiers, and surrounded by crowds of citizens. "O, mother!" said Frank, "you must see our drum-major, old Mr. Sinjin my teacher, you know. There he is; I'll run and fetch him!" He returned immediately, dragging after him the grizzled veteran, who seemed reluctant, and looked unusually stern. "It's my mother and father, you know," said Frank.
This, then, is what the dark canopy meant, hanging so luridly over the fire-lit forest. Patter, patter; faster, faster; dripping through the trees, hissing in the fire, capering like fairies on the ground, comes the midnight rain. Sinjin thinks it about time to wake. But Frank is stirring; so he concludes to sleep a little longer, and see what he will do.
"Who is he? what is it about him?" asked Frank, stung with curiosity. "Never did I think you knew Old Sinjin." "Your father knows about him, and I will tell you some time," said Mrs. Manly, her eyes following the retreating figure with looks of deep compassion. "In the mean time, be very kind to him, very gentle and respectful, my son." "I will," said Frank, "but it is all so strange!
And in an instant he saw the answer to his hurried question in a gush of blood which crimsoned the poor, brave fellow's breast. "It has come!" said Atwater. "How could it and you lying down so!" ejaculated Frank. "I don't know never mind me!" replied Abe, faintly. Then Frank remembered the mysterious shots aimed at him and Sinjin in the woods, and the subsequent solution of the mystery.
The wounded sailor was borne away, and the old drummer, springing to the howitzer, assisted in working it until, its ammunition exhausted, the battery was ordered to withdraw. During the severest part of the action Mr. Sinjin had observed a person in citizen's dress, with his coat off, briskly handling the cannon-balls. Their work done, he turned to speak with him.
"A few nights ago he requested me to come to his side and write as he should dictate." And the clergyman, seating himself, read: "'The Last Will and Testament of Servetus St. John, commonly called Old Sinjin. "I, Servetus St.
It's light as day all over the camp. By jimmy, the fellows there are going to have a dance." John ran off. Old Sinjin had also taken his departure, evidently not liking young Winch's company. Frank was left once more to his own thoughts, watching the picturesque groups about the fires. It was now midnight.
He gave liberally to all his mates, and carried a large piece of the turkey, together with a generous supply of stuffing, and an entire mince pie, to his old friend Sinjin. Now, Frank had not, for the past month, been on as good terms with the veteran as formerly. The meeting with Mrs.
"When I have read to you this paper," replied the minister, "then you can be the judge. I was requested to read it to Frank as soon as he was able to hear it after his friend's death." "Is it something for me? Poor old Mr. Sinjin!" exclaimed Frank. "He died last night, mother. But he was so happy, and so willing to go, I can't mourn for him. What is the paper?"
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