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I reported against it to my chief, but nothing could shake Keeler's faith in it, until he had printed it at his own cost, and known it fail instantly and decisively. He had come to Cambridge to see it through the press, and he remained there four or five years, with certain brief absences.
For the rest, all through the pain and impotence and vague mental wanderings of the days that followed, I had a restful, comforting consciousness that a kind, loving face, like the lamp of my salvation, was hanging ever over me always it was Grandma Keeler's face, though it seemed to have grown strangely young and fair, and the eyes that followed me with such a loving, tireless, wistful expression in them were like other eyes that I had known, and the watcher's voice was clear and musical, with a youthful repression in it.
I was compelled to infer from the tone of Grandpa Keeler's answer that his temper had not undergone a mollifying process during my absence. "Come, ma," said he; "how much longer ye goin' to pester me in this way?" "Why, pa," Grandma rejoined calmly; "until you git a proper understandin' of it. What tribe was it in sacred writ that wore bunnits?" "Lordy!" exclaimed the old man.
Why in the world the housekeeper should be particularly sensitive because the man who had driven him from the station ate peppermint was quite beyond the boy's comprehension. Nor could he thoroughly understand why the suspicion of Mr. Keeler's slight inebriety should cause such a sensation in the Snow household. He was inclined to think the tipsiness rather funny.
Rex said nothing, but when Sydney's door closed behind him, he drew Roy into his room with him. "You must stay with me to-night, Roy, "he said, and he began taking off his coat. "Why didn't you speak to Syd before we came in, Reggie?" "I couldn't, Roy. I feel awfully sorry for him. But he's committed a crime, and I can't help but think all the while of Mr. Keeler's brother."
They got here last night, and they're a pair of spankers, too, if I do say it that shouldn't, as the phrase is. That was one of the inducements which led me to follow your to follow Captain Keeler's example in coming to church this morning. And now I have a calm, serious, and reasonable proposal to make.
A drink known variously as "The Chubbuck Tranquillizer," or "The Chubbuck Exalter," was dispensed at the bars. For some weeks a rude design for a Chubbuck statue, made up of illustrations from circus and melodeon posters, representing the genius of Calaveras in brief skirts on a flying steed in the act of crowning the poet Chubbuck, was visible at Keeler's Ferry.
Last of all, there was the Lane, and it was somewhat in the rear of the lane procession that I musingly wended my way, led by the beams of Grandma Keeler's slowly swaying lantern. I was the Wallencamp school-teacher. I had come to "this rock-bound coast," imagining myself impelled by much the same necessity as that which fired the bosoms of the earlier pilgrims.
This was Keeler's first visit to Downieville since the crime, and as he had known the Frenchman he determined to visit his grave. The cemetery is up the river beyond the edge of the town; and here, in more senses than one, a traveler finds the end of the trail.
Eva started as she looked at it and then turned a frightened face toward Roy. "Roy, come here," she said. "Why, what's the matter with you girls?" he exclaimed. "You look as if you'd each seen a ghost." "It's worse than that!" answered Jess in a sepulchral tone. "Look here." She pointed to the spot on which Eva's gaze had been riveted. "Why, it's Mr. Keeler's picture!" exclaimed Roy.
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