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Then, too, the sappers went in for experimental research by making trench-mortars out of old stove-pipes. To-day all that is changed. A chemical corps has come out to join the sappers, and the gunners have received some highly finished trench-mortars from Vickers's. A trench mortar is a kind of toy howitzer and very useful when you want to try conclusions with a neighbouring trench at short range.
"Don't you suppose that in Vickers's case the circumstances may have been complex?" Lane looked at her steadily. "I can't see what that has to do with the question." "Oh?" she queried mischievously. He considered the working of her mind as merely whimsical, but she had a sense of logical triumph over the man.
Just beyond the tent a band was playing a loud march. There was to be dancing on the lawn after the breakfast, and in the evening on the village green for everybody, and later fireworks. The Colonel had insisted on the dancing and the fireworks, in spite of Vickers's jeers about pagan rites and the Fourth of July.
He now spoke of his "work" importantly, and was kind to Vickers, who "had made such a mess of things," "with all that money, too." With his large egotism, his uniform success where women were concerned, Vickers's career seemed peculiarly stupid. "No woman," he said to Isabelle, "should be able to break a man." And he thought thankfully of the square blow between the eyes that Conny had dealt him.
"Isabelle," he remarked with a windy sigh, "I salute my victor!" Old Dick, Vickers's playmate in the boy-and-girl days, her playmate, too, he had wanted to marry her for years, ever since Vick's freshman year when he had made them a visit at the Farm. He had grown very heavy since then, time which he had spent roving about in odd corners of the earth.
"What's up?" he inquired, with a jerk of the thumb in the direction of Mr. Vickers's vanished family. "Up?" repeated Mr. Vickers, with an air of languid surprise. "Somebody died and left you a fortin?" inquired the other. "Not as I knows of," replied Mr. Vickers, staring. "Why?" "Why?" exclaimed the other. "Why, new clothes all over. I never see such a turn-out." Mr.
Ah! out of my money; out of the money I toil and moil for out of the money that ought to be spent on food. No wonder you're always complaining that it ain't enough. I won't 'ave it, d'ye hear? I'll have my rights; I'll " "Don't make so much noise," said his daughter, who was stooping down to ease one of Mrs. Vickers's boots. "You would have fours, mother, and I told you what it would be."
As the stranger's eyes roved over the noisy pier, Lane looked at the little girl, who was rendered dumb by the confusion and clung to Vickers's hand, and then he eyed his brother-in-law again, as if he were recollecting the old Colonel and thinking of the irony in the fact that his only surviving son should be this queer, half-foreign chap.
Vickers's maid into her cabin. "By George, but she's a fine girl!" he said, viewing the inanimate body with the professional eye of a surgeon. "I don't wonder at you making a fool of yourself. Chances are, you've caught the fever, though this breeze will help to blow it out of us, please God. That old jackass, Blunt, too! he ought to be ashamed of himself, at his age!"
In the uncertain light Dog Mountain loomed large and distant. Isabelle turned her head from Vickers's face and watched the wooded peak as it came nearer and nearer in the deepening light.... It was this hill that she and Vickers had climbed in the winter morning so long ago! How wonderful it had been then, life, for them both, with glorious possibilities of living!
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