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He got up hurriedly, nervously, saying "I must leave you, dear lady; there are matters of great urgency to be dealt with to-day." "No apologies: it's my fault for trespassing here. I will run away. To-night do not forget me, at eight," and Mrs. Wilders took her departure.
"My dear boy," so it ran, "your mother and I are very grateful to you for your very full and deeply interesting letter, with its ample, but most distressing, account of our dear Anastasius. It is a proud, but melancholy, satisfaction to know that he has maintained the traditions of the family, and bled, like many a Wilders before him, for his country's cause.
"You are an affectionate family, Mr. Wilders; I have long been convinced of that," said Mrs. Wilders, who could not leave the subject alone. But now the gig, impelled by six stout oarsmen, was nearing the Waterport Guard, and was already under the shadow of the frowning batteries of the Devil's Tongue.
"You will place me under another onerous obligation, Hippolyte." "No, thanks. I am about to ask a favour in return. You can help me, I think." "Yes? Command me." "You have many acquaintances in London; your late husband's friends were military men. I want a little information at times." Mrs. Wilders looked at him curiously. "Why don't you call things by their right names?
Colonel Wilders could not bring himself to ask any favours of his unsympathetic kinsman. Nevertheless, it was through Lord Essendine's interest that he obtained a snug staff appointment in one of the large garrison towns; and he did not return indignantly the very handsome cheque paid in by his cousin to his account as a wedding present.
He said this with marked emphasis. "They have views for you, I presume?" Mrs. Wilders asked, catching quickly at his meaning. "My mother has always wanted me to settle down in life, and my father has urged me " "To marry. I understand. It is time, they think, for you to have sown your wild oats?" "Precisely. I have liked my freedom, I confess.
"Sure," one astonished voice gulped faintly. The others were dumb. "Well, I've figured it out that way and to make sure I had it right I got Billy Wilders, a pal of mine that works in a bank there, to figure it himself and check up after me. We all put in our services one man's work against every other man's work, mine same as any of you.
"I expect it's mostly talk," said her daughter calmly, as she closed the street door behind her indignant parent. "People used to talk about you and old Mr. Wilders, and there was nothing in it. He only used to come for a glass of your ale."
The shouts from the corral told the ranchmen that the time for the start had arrived, and quickly they made themselves ready, while Hop Joy appeared to say he had sent saddle bags with food for Mr. Wilder and Bill by Ned. With a great clatter of hoofs, the cowboys rode up. The Wilders and Mr.
You will hear soon of another and far greater fight, after which it will be all over with your friends!" "Well, well! my friends, as you call them, must look to themselves. Still, this is mere talk of what may be. Tell me what has actually occurred. There has been a battle: are many slain? General Wilders is he safe?"
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