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But if you tell urn dat you is only thirty, den he won't. Now remember dat you is thirty years old and no more." "Well den, I guess I will only be thirty when dey ax me." "What's your name?" said Pompey, addressing himself to another. "Jeems." "Oh! Uncle Jim, is it?" "Yes." "Den you must have all them gray whiskers shaved off, and all dem gray hairs plucked out of your head."
Jim or James meant nothing, but Jeems He had heard mothers call little children that, in moments of endearment. He knew that wives and sweethearts used it in that same way. For Jim and James were not uncommon names up and down the Three Rivers, even among the half-breeds and French, and Jeems was the closer and more intimate thing bred of it.
And when at last Marette turned toward him slowly, his arms were reaching out to her, and in his face she saw that same glory which filled her own. "I'm glad glad," she cried softly. "Oh, Jeems I'm glad!"
But as Uncle Billy walked slowly along beside the hedge which shielded the house on one side he heard a sound which made him halt. A young negro, coming from the rear, had dodged behind the hedge and was trying to keep out of his sight. "Hi, dar! You, Jeems Henry!" shouted Uncle Billy, instantly suspicious of such maneuvers. "Come heh! Hear me! Come heh!"
"Bimeby one day, Ole Miss, she call me up en say de Yankees done gone en tuck Atlanty dish yer ve'y town; den present'y I year dey wuz a marchin' on down todes Putmon, en, lo en behol's! one day, de fus news I know'd, Mars Jeems he rid up wid a whole gang er men.
A bit different, that, to snipe shooting." "Well, yes, a trifle different, Jeems a trifle," conceded Blake. "My word! What haven't you been through!" burst out the Englishman. "And to think she, too, went through it all six weeks of it!" "That's it!" enthused Blake. "She's the truest, grittiest little girl the sun ever had the good luck to shine on!
They caught sight of the two figures on the ore heap simultaneously. "Behold our attentive host!" cried Jeems. "He is now in the act of receiving us with all honour!" Bennington's face fairly shone with pleasure at the encounter. "Hullo fellows! Hullo there!" he cried out delightedly again and again, and rose slowly to his feet.
"And, young man," he said to Jeems indignantly, "if you had let me see those papers of yours a month ago, instead of waiting until last week, we would have had this matter cleared up then " "But then we might never have found the Luck!" Val protested. "Humph, that piece of steel is historically interesting, no doubt," conceded Creighton, "but hardly worth risking your life for." "No?
And then she ran her fingers through his own and told him to wait, and ran into the cabin and came out a moment later with her brush; and after that she seated herself at the fulcrum of the big sweep and began to brush out her hair in the sun. "I'm glad you love it, Jeems," she said. She unbound the thick braid and let the silken strands of it run caressingly between her fingers.
Kent, unwrapping a last bit of tissue-paper, found in his hands a long tress of hair. "See, Jeems, it has grown fast since I cut it that night." She leaned a little toward him, parting her hair with slim, white fingers so that he saw again where the hair had been clipped the night of Kedsty's death.
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