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Suddenly she began to feel a little tired, and not quite so happy as she had been. But she sat still and listened, rendered rather tremulous by the fact that the speakers seemed so sure they had reason to pity her. "Ef ever thar was a mystery," Mrs. Sparkes proceeded, "thet thar was one; though Molly Hollister says D'Willerby don't like it talked over.
The Guv'ment's got to pay me the wuth of 'em down to the last cent." He gave Matt a sharp look with a hint of inquiry in it, as if he was asking either his hearer or himself a question, and was not entirely certain of the answer. "Now thar's D'Willerby," he went on. "Big Tom Tom D'Willerby lost enough, the Lord knows.
"Now, Tom D'Willerby," she said, "none of your foolin'. This yere ain't no time for it." "Mars D'Willerby," said Aunt Mornin, "dis chile's mother's a-lyin' dead in the nex' room." Tom stooped a trifle lower. He put out both his hands and took the baby in them. "I'm not foolin'," he said, rather uncertainly. "I'm in earnest, ladies. The mother is dead and the man's going away.
There was always a goodly number of "critters" tied to the fence-corners, and consequently to business was added the zest of society and the interchanging of gossip. "D'Willerby's" became a centre of interest and attraction, and D'Willerby himself a county institution. Big Tom, however, studiously avoided taking a too active part in the duties of the establishment.
When ye've got 'em," with the agreeable grin again, "ye kin go to yer friend's far'well lecture easy in ye mind. Ye wouldn't be likely to go to many of 'em ef he knowed what I could tell him. He's powerful thick with Tom D'Willerby and Sheby. They think a heap of him. Tom must hev guessed what I've guessed, but he don't want no talk on accounts o' Sheby.
He made no answer, untied his horse, mounted it, and rode back over the Barnesville Road towards the mountain. Mr. Stamps remained seated near the steps and blinked after him silently until he was out of sight. "Ye didn't seem to talk none, D'Willerby," said one of the outsiders when Tom reappeared.
Baird sprang to his feet and thrust out his hand, averting his pallid face. "Don't tell me any more," he said. "I cannot I cannot bear it." "She bore it," said Latimer, "until death ended it." "Was there no one to save her?" Baird cried. "Was she terrified like that when she died?" "The man who afterwards took her child the man D'Willerby," Latimer answered, "was a kindly soul.
He took up his quarters at one of the farm-houses among the mountains, paid his hostess regularly for the simple accommodations she could afford him, and, before three months passed, had established his reputation and, without making the slightest apparent effort, had gathered about him a large circle of friends and admirers. "His name's D'Willerby," Mrs.
People rode in from the mountains and returned to their homes after hours of conversation, semi-stupefied with enjoyment. Tom D'Willerby had won his claims. After months of mystified discouragement, in which the Cross-roads seemed to have lost him in a vague and distant darkness, life had seemed to begin again.
"They're a-comin'! They're in a fine carriage." "Let Tom D'Willerby alone for havin' the finest team in Hamlin," said Mr. Doty, with a neighbourly grin. Almost immediately the carriage was to be seen. The horses lifted their feet high, and stepped at a pace which was felt worthy of the occasion. Uncle Matt drove. Rupert and Sheba sat side by side.
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