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And the old woman bent down, and with a look of profound affection, pressed her lips to Verty's forehead. The young man's face assumed an expression of mingled gloom and doubt, and he sighed. Then he was an Indian a Delaware the son of the Indian woman he was not a paleface. All the talk about it was thrown away; he was born in the woods would live and die in the woods!
Verty will attend in front of Bousch's tavern, for the purpose of having himself exterminated and killed? How would that do?" Ralph chokes down a laugh, and, pretending to regard Mr. Jinks with deep admiration, says: "An excellent plan very excellent." "You think so?" says his companion, dubiously. "Yes, yes; you should, however, be prepared for one thing." "What is that?" "Mr. Verty's reply."
Fanny, smiling, and full of glee, seemed only to have become merrier and brighter for her "cry" like an April landscape after a rain. Redbud, on the contrary, was still sad, and oppressed from the events of the morning; and, indeed, could scarcely return Verty's greeting without emotion.
Roundjacket indicated the garments which reached to Verty's knees, with the end of his ruler. "Well," said Mr. Rush ton, smiling, "I should think you might have them changed without troubling me, Verty." The boy raised his head with a smile. "How would you like a new suit of clothes?" "I don't want any, sir." "But these won't do." "Why not, sir?" "They're too primitive, you cub.
The young man took the extended member, and made a bow. Miss Sallianna received it with a still more gracious smile, and asked Mr. Verty to be seated. He shook his head. "I must go away, ma'am," he said, sadly; "Redbud has quarrelled with me, and I cannot stay. Oh! what have I done to cause this!" And Verty's head sank upon his bosom, and his lips trembled.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning, and Verty, who rode home every evening, had just come in and had taken his seat at the desk in the corner appropriated to him, beneath the small dingy window, looking out upon the yard. Longears was stretched at his feet. Verty's face was more dreamy and thoughtful than ever.
Verty cocked his rifle, and uttered the low croak again. This seemed to remove any fears which the turkey had he replied to it, and advanced toward Verty's impromptu "blind." A streak of sunlight through the boughs fell on his burnished neck and brilliant head, and he paused again. Verty ran his eye along the barrel covered the turkey bashaw's head, and fired.
This exclamation was called forth by the sudden and extraordinary change in Verty's physiognomy. As we have said, the young man had received the letter with a radiant flush, and a brilliant flash of his fine eye; and thus the reader will easily comprehend, when we inform him, that Verty imagined the letter to be from Redbud.
Miss Lavinia watched this proceeding with an elderly smile; but Verty's presence in some way did not seem agreeable to her, Redbud closed the book, and said: "That is beautiful, isn't it, Verty?" "Yes," replied the boy, "and I would rather hear it than any other book. I'm coming down every day to make you read for me." "Why, you can read,"
They did not see that Verty's hand held little Redbud's; and that he looked her with a tenderness which could not be mistaken. But Redbud saw it, and a flush passed over her delicate cheek, on which the maiden moon looked down and smiled. So the day ended.
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