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Updated: June 16, 2025
Lemmy Moss, in the tiny riparian cottage he rented for the summer months, was the most excellent of hosts; Claude Avinger was widely known as a rattling good sort; the three young ladies who came down early on Sunday morning and had no foolish objections to staying indecorously late, were in face, figure and morals all that Bob, Lemmy, and Claude could desire.
One meets another near our house, and says, 'Where did you meet Bill? 'Just this side of Small's Brook, or 'At the top of Gray's Pinch, 'At the Dry Mill-Pond, 'Just the other side of Lemmy Jones's, 'On the long causeway, 'At Jeems Gowen's, 'Coming down the Pulpit Rock Hill, 'Coming down Tarkill Hill. I have heard these answers till I have them by heart, without having any idea where any of the places are, excepting the one I have seen to-day.
"Everett," she said brokenly, "your own mother is here, and she wants you to speak to her." Brimbecomb partly rose, and, in scanning those in the hut, his eyes fell upon Screech Owl. The tense agony seemed for an instant to leave his face, and it fell into more boyish lines. "Little 'un pretty little 'un," whispered Scraggy "yer mammy loves ye, and Lemmy loved ye, too, if he did hit ye!"
"Be ye glad to see me, Scraggy?" asked he presently, crossing his legs and watching her as she lighted some candles. "More'n glad," she replied simply. "But what did ya come for, Lemmy?" Lem remained silent for some seconds; then said: "Do ye want to come back to the scow, Scraggy?" "Ye mean to live?" Lem shoved out his hairy chin. "Yep, to live," said he. "Did ye come to ask me back, Lemmy?"
"He didn't love his mammy very much," Scraggy went on, "nor his pappy, nuther; but it were 'cause he didn't know nuther one of us very well, and Lem didn't love him nuther. And now they've fit till he's dead! Lemmy's sick, too. Look at his face! He can't swaller when he's sick like that." She left Everett and crawled to Lem. "Can ye drink, Lemmy?" she asked sorrowfully.
Lemmy Moss has got a bachelors' party on. We're going to have a billiard match." "That's capital then, dear. I shall let the servants go to Earl's Court I've promised them a long time." Bob whistled gaily as he mounted his 'bus for the City. The opportunity was surely exceptional. At eight o'clock he returned; noiselessly let himself in. The gas in the hall burned low.
But Scraggy loves ye.... God! ye nuther one of ye knows how she loves ye! There weren't no men in the hull world as good as ye both was.... Lemmy didn't know ye was his, little 'un, and ye didn't know Lemmy were yer daddy. I'll stay with ye both till the day."
Some'n' be a callin'. Git out, I say!" "Not yet, not yet don't go yet, Deary.... Deary! Wait till the kid says 'Daddy." She held out the rosy babe, pushing him almost under Lem's chin. "Look at him, Lemmy! Ain't he sweet? He's yer own pretty boy-brat, and "
She placed her lips close to the dying man's ear, and called, "Lemmy, Lemmy, this be Scraggy!" The hooked arm moved a trifle, and then was still. The fingers of the left hand groped weakly about, and Scraggy, with a sob, lifted the arm and put it about her. Had the others in the room been mindful of the action, they would have seen the man's muscles tighten about the woman's thin neck.
She sent no glance at Ann, nor did she see Fledra shrinking in the corner. No thought came to her weak brain save of the two men at grips with death. She staggered forward with a cry. "Lemmy, Lemmy, ye wouldn't kill yer own brat?... He's our little 'un!... Lemmy!... God!... Ye've killed him!"
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