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Wynkoop for this same fascinating young lady was plainly to be seen, his chances in the race were not seriously regarded by the more active partisans upon either side. As the stage driver explained to an inquisitive party of tourists, "He 's a mighty fine little feller, gents, but he ain't got the git up an' git necessary ter take the boundin' fancy of a high-strung heifer like her.
Wynkoop conversing with a lady of somewhat rounded charms, and picked his way in their direction.
Hampton stared at her for fully a minute in an amazement too profound for fit expression in words. Then he swallowed something in his throat. "Show the gentleman up," he said, shortly, and sat down to wait. The Rev. Howard Wynkoop was neither giant nor dwarf, but the very fortunate possessor of a countenance which at once awakened confidence in his character.
The bearer, Cornelius E. Wynkoop, Esquire, is one of the board, to whom we refer you for such particulars as may be necessary to adjust, the more effectually to enable us to convey, in future, such gentlemen as the above over into the enemy's lines. We are, sir, with respect, Your most obedient servants, Kinderhook, August 7th, 1778. I write you in haste by Mr.
The Reverend Howard Wynkoop, who for more than an hour past had been vainly dangling a fishing-line above the dancing waters of Clear Creek, now reclined dreamily on the soft turf of the high bank, his eyes fixed upon the distant sky-line.
Wynkoop informed me a few minutes ago that you had at last received your orders for the north," she said, her lips slightly trembling. "I wondered if you would leave without a word of farewell." He bowed low. "I do not understand how you could doubt, for I have shown my deep interest in you even from the first.
"Who is that fine-looking young officer?" she questioned softly, yet without venturing to remove her glance from his face. Mr. Wynkoop started. "Oh, exactly; I had forgotten my mission. He has requested an introduction." He drew the lieutenant forward. "Lieutenant Brant, Miss Spencer." The officer bowed, a slight shadow of disappointment in his eyes.
Even as he looked her eyes unclosed, her body trembling within his arms. "Have no fear," he implored, reading terror in the expression of her face. "Miss Spencer Phoebe it is only I, Mr. Wynkoop." "You! Have those awful creatures gone?" "Yes, yes; be calm, I beg you. There is no longer the slightest danger. I am here to protect you with my life if need be." "Oh, Howard Mr.
"I don't exactly know why I didn't kick you downstairs," the latter commented, as though still in wonder at himself. "Never remember being quite so considerate before, but I reckon you must have come at me in about the right way." If Wynkoop answered, his words were indistinguishable, but Hampton remained standing in the open door watching the missionary go down the narrow stairs.
They came down perhaps an hour later, hand in hand, and chattering like old friends. The shades of early evening were already falling across the valley. Herndon had returned home from his day's work, and had brought with him the Rev. Howard Wynkoop for supper.
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