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If they did, matrimony wouldn't make such an everlastin' transmogrification of folks as it does, would it? The way cupidists scratch their head and open their eyes and stare after they are married, reminds me of Felix Culpepper.
The night watches had been spent communing with God, yes, face to face. Had he known that the midsummer sun would look down upon his grave, would his decision have been different? I think not. He knew too much of war and battles not to count the cost. From a Southern prison-pen his brave spirit went up to God. April 29th we broke camp and proceeded to near Culpepper Court-house.
Barclay seemed glad to see her, and as he was in one of his mellow moods he talked of old times, and drew from a desk near the wall, which he rarely opened, an envelope containing a tintype picture of Ellen. Culpepper. He showed it to her sister, and they both sat silent for a time, and then the woman spoke. "Well, John," she said, "that was a long time ago." "Forty years, Molly forty years."
At the Virginia Hotel, I visited, among others, the room in which I had lodged when I first came to Culpepper. Eight persons now occupied it, and three of them lay across the bed. I took the first man's name, and as the man next to him seemed to be asleep, I asked the first man to nudge him gently. "I don't think he is alive," said the man; "he hasn't moved since midnight.
"It tastes all right what there is of it." "It ain't the beer; it's you," explained Mr. Culpepper. Mr. Sharp stared at him. "Have I said anything I oughtn't to?" he inquired. Mr. Culpepper shook his head, and, taking up a fork and spoon, began to serve a plum-pudding that Miss Garland had just placed on the table. "What was it you said I was to be sure and not tell Mrs. Culpepper?" inquired Mr.
"Why don't you ask my brother, and not a woman? Were you afraid?" "He could hardly have done me the honor of placing me in more peril than you have," returned Calvert, smiling. "Then I have the pleasure of addressing Miss Culpepper?" "I'm Jim Culpepper's sister." "And, I believe, equally able to give or refuse the permission I ask." "And what if I refuse?"
And as the winter deepened and the people of Sycamore Ridge were without crops, and without money to buy food, they bundled up Martin Culpepper and sent him back to Ohio seeking aid.
Although the aversion which I had taken to the whole Culpepper family was so great, that I could have done anything to annoy them, my mind was now so fully occupied with the information which I had collected relative to my supposed birth and parentage, that I could not think of mischief.
"Speak for yourself," said his wife, tartly. "I like to hear Mr. Sharp talk. What was it he told you not to tell me?" Mr. Sharp eyed her mistily. "I I can't tell you," he said, slowly. "Why not?" asked Mrs. Culpepper, coaxingly. "Because it it would make your hair stand on end," said the industrious Mr. Sharp. "Nonsense," said Mrs. Culpepper, sharply. "He said it would," said Mr.
"Get up a letter to Adrian Brownwell asking him to print for me three thousand copies of the colonel's book, at one dollar and fifty cents a copy, and give seventy-five per cent of the profits to Colonel Culpepper. We'll put that book in every public library in this country. How's that?" And he looked at the tintype and said, "Bless her dear little heart." "Neal," asked Barclay, as Mrs.
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