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Windibrook, with a sickly smile, "you are questioned regarding your father's affairs, you may remember his peculiar and utterly unsolicited gift of a certain sum towards a new organ, to which I alluded to-day. You can say that he always expressed great liberality towards the church, and it was no surprise to you." Cissy only stared at him with dangerous eyes. "Mrs.
Windibrook is in the parlor, miss, and a jintleman on the veranda," continued Norah, encouraged. Cissy started. "I'll come down," she said briefly. Mr. Windibrook was waiting beside the piano, with his soft hat in one hand and a large white handkerchief in the other.
'No fence round a buryin'-ground? sez Briggs, starin'. 'No! Them as is IN the buryin'-ground can't get OUT, and them as ISN'T don't want to get IN, nohow! So you kin just travel I ain't givin' money away on uselessnesses! Ha! ha!" A chill silence followed, which checked even Piney's giggle. Mr. Windibrook evidently had no "heartiness" for non-subscribing humor.
Windibrook was more popular on account of his admiring enthusiasm of the prosperous money-getting members of his flock and a singular sympathy with their methods, and Mr. Trixit's daring speculations were an especially delightful theme to him. "Ah, Miss Trixit," he said, as Cissy entered the little parlor, "and how is your dear father?
HE, who, Windibrook said, only to-day, had, like Moses, touched the rocks of the Canada with his magic wand of Finance, and streams of public credit and prosperity had gushed from it! She would never speak to them again! She would shut herself up here, dismiss all the servants but the Chinaman, and wait until her father returned.
Windibrook, "when their father was ill with fever and ague, they drove the cattle twenty miles to water through that dreadful poisonous dust, and when they got there their lips were cracked and bleeding and their eyelids like burning knives, and Mamie Secamp's hair, which used to be a beautiful brown like your own, my dear, was bleached into a rusty yellow."
If it was somewhat lugubrious and hesitating, it was, however, a relief to Cissy, and bearing chiefly upon the vicissitudes of others, gave her the comforting glow of comparison. Touching the complexion of the Secamp girls, Mrs. Windibrook attributed it to their great privations in the alkali desert. "One day," continued Mrs.
Windibrook was told that he had declared that the prosperity of Canada City was only a mushroom growth, and it seems too shocking to repeat, dear, but they say he said that the new church OUR church was simply using the Almighty as a big bluff to the other towns. Of course, Mr. Windibrook couldn't see him after that.
"And they WILL wear colors that don't suit them," said Cissy impatiently. "Never mind, dear," said Mrs. Windibrook ambiguously; "I suppose they will have their reward." Nor was the young engineer discussed in a lighter vein.
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