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For the moment everything else was forgotten in the interest of the impending combat. Mrs. Bement seemed drawing back for a spring. Then suddenly, quick as lightning, she put her hand in her bosom, drew out the keys, and throwing them down on the counter, burst into hysterical sobs. In another moment the jail door was thrown open, and the men were rushing down the corridor.
"Well" said Bement crossly, "thar's the beans an mug o' flip. Call it a thousand dollars, an fork over, but by gosh, I don' git caught that way again. It's downright robbery, that's wot it is. I say ain't ye got no cleaner bills nor these?" "Perhaps these are cleaner," said Perez, handing him another lot. "What odds does it make?"
They're a killin me," screeched Bement. The woman had set her teeth. Her face was a little whiter, the red spots under her cheek bones were a little smaller and a little redder than before. That was all the sign she gave. Putting her hand convulsively over the spot on her bosom where the desired articles were secreted, she replied in a shrill voice: "I shell keep the keys, Cephas. It's my dewty.
Thus authorized, Bement took a bundle of keys from a hook behind the bar, and proceeded to unlock the padlock which fastened an iron bar across a heavy plank door, in the middle of one of the sides of the room. As he threw open the door, a gust of foul stenches belched forth into the room, almost nauseating Perez. The smell of the prison was like that of a pig sty.
Pray, Cephas, that I may hev strength given me ter dew my dewty." "Ye won't see me killed 'fore yer eyes, will ye, give em the keys I tell ye," shrieked Bement, as they began to swing him, and Abner said: "One." The woman looked a bit more like going into hysterics, but not a whit more like yielding. "Mebbe t'wont kill ye, an they can't bust the door, nohow. Mebbe they'll git tuckered 'fore long.
"What, you're not going now? You're not going to leave us yet?" cried Reuben, piteously. Perez choked down the wrath and bitterness that was turning his heart to iron and said, humbly. "Mr. Bement, I should like to stay a few minutes longer. This is my brother. I did not know he was here." "Sorry for't," said Bement, carelessly. "Don' see as I kin help it, though.
Bement looked at the officer and said, "Wal, my husbun don' genally keer to hev folks a seein the pris'ners, coz it makes em kinder discontented like." She hesitated a little and then added, "But I dunno's 'twill dew no harm Cephas, bein as Fennell won' las' much longer anyhow."
I wish as much time as you and that conclusions shall alternate. That is all. "Your obedient servant, "A. Lincoln." On the next day Douglas wrote: "Bement, Piatt Co., Ill., July 30, 1858. "Dear Sir: Your letter, dated yesterday, accepting my proposition for a joint discussion at one prominent point in each congressional district * was received this morning.
Scarcely had the women been thrust out, and the white-faced Bement dropped the bar into its sockets across the middle of the door, than there was a rushing, tramping sound before the house, like the noise of many waters, and a great hubbub of hoarse voices. Then came a heavy blow, as if with the hilt of a sword against the door, and a loud voiced called, "Open, and be quick about it!"
Is he very sick marm?" added Prudence eagerly, seeing that Mrs. Poor was forgetting her. "I don' keer who ye be, an ye needn' waste no time o' tellin me," replied Mrs. Bement, her pretty blue eyes as hard as steel. "Ye couldn't go intew that jail not ef ye wuz Gin'ral Washington.
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