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Tretherick has been dead just one month; but we presume the gallant colonel is not afraid of ghosts." It is but just to Mrs. Tretherick to state that the colonel's victory was by no means an easy one. To a natural degree of coyness on the part of the lady was added the impediment of a rival, a prosperous undertaker from Sacramento, who had first seen and loved Mrs.
The few loungers at that early hour were pre-occupied with the departure of the Wingdown coach at the other extremity of the street; and Mrs. Tretherick reached the suburbs of the settlement without discomposing observation. Here she took a cross street or road, running at right angles with the main thoroughfare of Fiddletown, and passing through a belt of woodland.
Ah Fe did not hasten his movements, but, patiently shouldering his basket, closed the door carefully behind him again, and stepped forth into the thick encompassing fog that now shrouded earth and sky. From her high casement-window, Mrs. Tretherick watched Ah Fe's figure until it disappeared in the gray cloud.
Nevertheless, the colonel was not vanquished. Falling back into an attitude of respectful admiration, he pointed out a marvellous resemblance to the "Madonna and Child." Mrs. Tretherick simpered, but did not dislodge Carry as before. There was an awkward pause for a moment; and then Mrs. Tretherick, motioning significantly to the child, said in a whisper, "Go now.
Here she staid for several weeks, during which period it is only justice to say that she bore herself with the strictest propriety. It was a clear morning in early spring that Mrs. Tretherick, unattended, left the hotel, and walked down the narrow street toward the fringe of dark pines which indicated the extreme limits of Fiddletown.
Tarowline Tretherick." "Whose child ARE you?" demanded Mrs. Tretherick still more coldly, to keep down a rising fear. "Why, yours," said the little creature with a laugh. "I'm your little durl. You're my mamma, my new mamma. Don't you know my ol' mamma's dorn away, never to turn back any more? I don't live wid my ol' mamma now. I live wid you and Papa." "How long have you been here?" asked Mrs.
Tretherick was himself dimly conscious of a certain hidden sentiment in his own nature; and it is possible that some reflections on the vanity of his pursuit, he supplied several mining-camps with whiskey and tobacco, in conjunction with the dreariness of the dusty plain on which he habitually drove, may have touched some chord in sympathy with this sensitive woman.
Tretherick cast down her eyes, but not until they wrought their perfect and accepted work upon her companion. "Yes, certainly, of course," said the colonel, glancing nervously up and down the street "yes, certainly." Perceiving, however, that there was no one in sight or hearing, he proceeded at once to inform Mrs.
Tretherick snappishly. "I fink it's free days," said Carry reflectively. "You think! Don't you know?" sneered Mrs. Tretherick. "Then, where did you come from?" Carry's lip began to work under this sharp cross-examination. With a great effort and a small gulp, she got the better of it, and answered: "Papa, Papa fetched me from Miss Simmons from Sacramento, last week." "Last week!
And then with a rising color in his cheek, a dangerous look in his eye, but a singular calmness in his speech, he added, "One word more. It becomes my duty to inform you of a circumstance which would certainly justify me, as an executor of the late Mr. Tretherick, in fully resisting your demands. A few months after Mr.
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