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M. V. B. Knox, Attorney E. B. Flynn, Colonel G. C. Childs, Professor Cox, Martin Vilas, Mr.
There was a shallow clothes-closet in the wall near the fireplace, and Corliss ran in there; but Vilas began to shoot through the door. Mutilated, already a dead man, and knowing it, Corliss came out, and tried to run into the bedroom. It was no use. Ray saved his last shot for himself. It did the work.
Vilas shifted his position in the hammock uneasily; Joe's honest intentions to be of cheer to the sufferer were not wholly successful. "I tole Mist' Richard," the kindly servitor continued, "it was a mighty good thing his ma gone up Norf endurin' the hot spell. Sence Mist' Will die she can't hardly bear to see drunkum man aroun' the house. Mist' Richard hardly ever tech nothin' himself no more.
"Well, you've told me enough now about last night to make any man hang himself, and I'm beginning to remember enough more " "Pshaw, Mist' Vilas," the coloured man interrupted, deprecatingly, "you din' broke nothin'! You on'y had couple glass' wine too much. You din' make no trouble at all; jes' went right off to bed.
Richard approached through the yard, coming from the street without entering the house; and anxiety was manifest in the glance he threw at the green-topped glass upon the table, and in his greeting. "Hail, gloom!" returned Mr. Vilas, cordially, and, observing the anxious glance, he swiftly removed the untouched goblet from the table to his own immediate possession.
At midnight he heard the Vilas at the spring but their voices were not sweet but shrill and angry. "Sisters," they cried to each other, "have you heard? The princess is healed of leprosy and it was with the water of this, our spring! Who has spied on us?" "While we were talking last night," said one, "some man may have been hiding under the fir tree."
Each has its own vision, radically different from that of the other; but the greatest difference is that the men are unaware of the other world, only a few of them usually queer ones like Ray Vilas vaguely perceiving that there are two visions, while all the women understand both perfectly. The men splash about on the surface; the women keep their eyes open under water.
I'll know more about that when I find out if there is a Prince Moliterno in Naples who owns land in Basilicata." "You don't doubt it?" "I doubt everything! In this particular matter I'll have less to doubt when I get an answer from the consul-general. I've written, you see." Lindley looked disturbed. "You have?" Vilas read him at a glance. "You're afraid to find out!" he cried.
"Even Ray Vilas thinks I'm an utter fool. Am I, do you think?" He turned as he spoke and glanced inquiringly into her eyes. What he saw surprised and dismayed him. "For heaven's sake, don't cry!" he whispered hurriedly. She bent her head, turning her face from him. "I've been very hopeful lately," he said.
Postmaster-General William F. Vilas is a native of Vermont, who went to Wisconsin when a lad, became a successful lawyer there, and served gallantly in the Union army during the war. He is probably better versed in the machinery of American politics than any other member of the Cabinet, and he is slowly but surely replacing the Republican incumbents of fifty thousand offices with Democrats.
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