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They were there bright and early to see that she carried out her agreement, so, leaving her burning walls behind her, she and the four youngest children and “Suse” began their eight mile trudge through the snow to Harrisonville. I have always felt that the exposure to which she was subjected on this cruel journey, too hard even for a man to take, was the direct cause of her death.
"Where is your father, Bella?" Tom asked. "I don't know. Last I saw of him he came through here with a medicine show. I didn't tell Aunt Suse, but I ran away at night and went to Broxton to see him. But he said business was poor. He got paid so much a bottle commission on the sales of Chief Henry Red-dog's Bitters. He didn't think the show would keep going much longer." "Oh!"
No one could see into the future. He was now across the valley and his path led along the base of the mountain. He looked back and saw the four standing on the porch, Jarvis, Ike, Mrs. Simmons, and old Aunt Suse. He waved his hand to them and all four waved back. A singular thrill ran through him. Could it be possible that he would come again, and in the manner that the old woman had predicted?
He would have limited the time to a single day, because Richmond was calling to him very strongly now, but it was necessary to buy a good horse for the journey by land, and Jarvis would not let him start until he had the pick of the region. The first evening after their arrival they sat on the porch of the mountain home. Ike's mother was with them, but old Aunt Suse had already gone to bed.
"Like fun you will, young feller!" snorted the farmer, overhearing Tom. "I could not hear of such a thing," said the doctor's wife. "I'd like to know what you people think you're doing?" demanded Miss Timmins, popping out at them suddenly. "Now, Suse Timmins, we're a-goin' to do what we neighbors ought to have done long ago. We're goin' to take this gal "
"If you had asked us we would have let you try on the things, I am sure." "Aunt Suse would near 'bout give me my nevergitovers and she will yet!" "No she won't," Ruth reassured her. "Don't be afraid of your aunt any longer." "That is what I tell her," Tom said warmly. "Say! You won't put me in no home, will you?" asked Bella, with sudden anxiety. "A 'home'?" repeated Ruth, puzzled.
There was soon the dreaded cry, “the militia are surrounding the house,” and in the excitement which followed, “Suse” dashed open the door to find a score of bayonets in her face. She threw up her hands and pushed aside the guns.
The city is strongly walled in with stone laid in clay, like the towns and houses in Suse, only a great deal thicker." The latter account is at total variance with both Adams and Caillie, who describe Timbuctoo as a city having no walls, nor any thing resembling fortifications.
The soreness was almost gone from his chest. The oil with which Samuel Jarvis had kneaded his bruises was certainly wonderful, and he hoped that "Aunt Suse," who got it from the Indians, would fill out her second hundred years. He reached the hotel without meeting any one whom he knew, and went up the stairway to his room, where he found his father writing at a small desk.
They came to display, in their own persons, whatever was the most accomplished either among the men of the sword, or of the gown. The one was the Marquis de Flamarens, the sad object of the sad elegies of the Countess de la Suse, the other was the president Tambonneau, the most humble and most obedient servant and admirer of the beauteous Luynes.
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