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Tompkins's manner changed. "Humph!" said she, tossing her head, "he needn't begin the sulky game with me. Two can play at that, as he ought to know very well. I've set my heart on having a handsomer establishment than the purse-proud Mrs. Gileston, and, what is more, I will be gratified. Mr.
"You speak in riddles. Why do you not explain yourself?" Mrs. Tompkins's voice trembled, and there were tears in her eyes. "I will explain myself, Ellen," said her husband, his manner becoming serious and earnest: it had been fretful and captious before. "I was weak enough to yield to your urgent desire to have an elegant mansion, as you called it, and build this house, at a very heavy cost.
"Ef you mean you're on the marry," he said, thoughtfully, "I ain't in no wise partikler!" "My husband," faltered the blushing girl; and she fell into his arms. In ten minutes more the loving couple had landed at Judge Tompkins's. A year has passed away. Natty Bumpo was returning from Gold Hill, where he had been to purchase provisions.
"Is it true that Dicky Hill's wooden cider-house is pulled down?" "O yes years ago, and Dicky's cottage just above it." "Well, to be sure!, "Yes; and Tompkins's old apple-tree is rooted that used to bear two hogsheads of cider; and no help from other trees." "Rooted? you don't say it! Ah! stirring times we live in stirring times."
Tompkins's hovel, sitting in the creaky arm- chair that Annie had occupied the night before, and enduring with a white, grim face the increasing suffering of his illness. He seemed to have reached the depths of despair, and, believing the end near, determined to meet it with more than Indian stoicism.
But the proprietress knew no such person, a fact which seemed to rate him very low in her estimation and somewhat high in Mr. Tompkins's. The two young men thereupon hastened to board a car going up Sixth Avenue. Being set down near Greeley Square, they went into a drug-store and opened the directory. "Here's a Murray Davenport, all right enough," said Tompkins, "but he's a playwright."
"I don't think we should be in any particular hurry about it," said the husband. "Let the change, if any be made, come gradually." "All eyes are upon us," was Mrs. Tompkins's answer to this. "And everybody expects us to take a different and higher place in society." "It is my opinion," said the husband, "that we are free to live in any style that may suit us."
Tompkins received him with a grin and a chuckle, as if their meeting were a great piece of fun, and replied in a brisk and clean-cut manner: "You were sure to find me in the haunts of genius." Whereat he looked around and chuckled afresh. Larcher crowded a chair to Mr. Tompkins's elbow, and spoke low: "You know everybody in newspaper circles. Do you know a man named Murray Davenport?"
He sought out Barry Tompkins, and asked, "Did you ever mention to me a man named Turl?" "Never in a state of consciousness," was Tompkins's reply; and an equally negative answer came from everybody else to whom Larcher put the query that day. He thought of friend after friend until it came Murray Davenport's turn in his mental review.
The gate of the Kanawha valley The wilderness beyond West Virginia defences A romantic post Chaplain Brown An adventurous mission Chaplain Dubois "The River Path" Gauley Mount Colonel Tompkins's home Bowie-knives Truculent resolutions The Engineers Whittlesey, Benham, Wagner Fortifications Distant reconnoissances Comparison of forces Dangers to steamboat communications Allotment of duties The Summersville post Seventh Ohio at Cross Lanes Scares and rumors Robert E. Lee at Valley Mountain Floyd and Wise advance Rosecrans's orders The Cross Lanes affair Major Casement's creditable retreat Colonel Tyler's reports Lieutenant-Colonel Creighton Quarrels of Wise and Floyd Ambushing rebel cavalry Affair at Boone Court House New attack at Gauley Bridge An incipient mutiny Sad result A notable court-martial Rosecrans marching toward us Communications renewed Advance toward Lewisburg Camp Lookout A private sorrow.
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