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"And who in this troop lost a merit badge?" joyously asked the queen, as soon as her words could be heard through the growing excitement. "Oh, I did!" almost shouted Margaret Slowden, rushing forward without waiting to be called. There was the much-prized merit badge! The one originally bestowed upon her on such an auspicious occasion.
Or perhaps one of their fellow-servants sought to play them a trick, and ran away when they saw what they had done. I would sift a little deeper. I immediately retraced my steps to the house, where meeting Tom, I asked him to let me have Simon Slowden and a couple of dogs, as I wanted to shoot a few rabbits. This was easily arranged, and soon after Simon and I were together.
"Send Simon Slowden to me at once" I telegraphed. "Extremely important. Wire back immediately the time I may expect him." Anxiously I waited for an answer. Although the message was flashed with lightning speed, it seemed a long time in coming. At length it came, and I read as follows: "Slowden will come by train leaving Leeds 11.38. Meet him at St. Pancras."
"I would rather have a visitor," said Voltaire, "and for two reasons: first, you could not then have any reason for suspecting a collusion; and, second, the ordinary English servant is extremely unsusceptible to the play of higher powers. If, however, none of you will volunteer, I can see no other alternative." Accordingly, a man about my own age was brought in, and introduced as Simon Slowden.
This made me joyful in spite of everything. She still had an interest in me; she still believed me innocent. "By the way, Tom," I said, after another short silence, "have you found out anything in relation to the ghost which appeared here during my visit?" "Nothing definite. Stay, I forgot. Simon Slowden said he had something particular to tell you when you came to Yorkshire again.
"Difficulty!" laughed Tom. "She said 'Yes' before I had stuttered out my little speech." "I couldn't bear to see you in such an agony of pain," blushingly replied his happy little wife. Ah, well, Tom deserves his happiness, because he makes those around him happy. Simon Slowden lives with Gertrude and me.
He was handsome and a Marine, and well might Mrs. Slowden and Margaret take pride in the honor their soldier brought them. On the night of the Great Welcome Home, the scout girls, then newly organized, assisted with ushering and attending to the platform needs of the speakers and honored heroes, each of the latter receiving a special small, gold military cross, the gift of the silk mill magnates.
Evidently he wanted the young lady to believe in your guilt, and thus give him greater chance of success. Ah, he is a clever man." "But," I asked anxiously, "can you tell me Kaffar's whereabouts now?" "No, I cannot that is, not to-day." "When, then?" "I may not be able to do so at all. It all depends on one man." "Who is he?" "Simon Slowden, I think you called him." "Simon Slowden!
And I says to myself, 'Simon Slowden, I says, 'this yer is the last time you must be ever taken in; and now I'm right mad that I should 'a bin licked in this yer way." I could not help laughing at Simon's story, in spite of my heavy heart, and so I asked him what the doctor said when he found vaccination a failure. "Sent me off without a character, sur," he replied grimly.
The little meeting room over the post-office in Flosston had served as headquarters for True Tred Troop and tonight Margaret Slowden was to receive her new badge, to take the place of that much-prized little gilt wreath with its clover leaf center, her merit badge lost some weeks before.
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