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The poor mother could not finish her sentence, but bent down and kissed the wet cheek of the boy. "Of course it means," said Horace, after a pause, "we shall have to give up Garden Vale, and leave Wilderham too. And Reg was sure of a scholarship next term. I say, mother, what are we to do?" "We are all strong enough to do something, dear boy," said Mrs Cruden.
Reg said nothing, but he breathed hard, and his face was angry still. "Come in!" cried a sharp voice, in answer to their knock. They obeyed, and found a man standing with a pen in his mouth at a desk, searching through a file of papers. He went on with his work till he found what he wanted, apparently quite unconscious of the boys' presence.
But what was the use of saying "I think I shall suit you," when possibly he might not suit after all? He addressed the letter carefully, and wrote "private and confidential" on the envelope; and then walked out to post it, just in time, after doing so, to meet his mother and Horace returning from their excursion. "Well, Reg, have you written your letter?" said his mother, cheerily.
It was said in an extraordinary dandified manner which in conjunction with the matter made me forget my tongue in my head. I could only stare at him. He added more naturally: “2nd Reg. Castille, Cavalry.” Then with marked stress in Spanish, “En las filas legitimas.” Mills was heard, unmoved, like Jove in his cloud: “He’s on leave here.”
"Pam. bleak mesa snow cattle drifting before wind. Dale and Johnny dis. riding to foreground. Reg. cold horses leg-weary boys all in "
I took his watch, which was in his pocket, to bring it back to you when the war is done. Soldier of the 2d class, March. Reg. No. 23. The letter was dated three weeks back. She did not cry at all. She remained motionless, so overcome and stupefied that she did not even suffer as yet. She thought: "There's Victor killed now."
"Eight!" exclaimed the young athlete, scoring the number of times the ball had crossed the net, and starting for another jump. "Shut up, Reg, till I've done." He soon was done. Even Horace Cruden could not keep it up for ever, and at his tenth bound his foot caught in the net, and he came all fours on to the court. "There, now you're happy!" said his brother.
But it is not a case where we can choose. This opening has offered itself. Of course, you are not bound to accept it, but my advice is, take what you can get in these hard times." "Oh, of course, we're paupers, I forgot," said Reg, bitterly, "and beggars mayn't be choosers. Anything you like, mother," added he, meeting Mrs Cruden's sorrowful look with forced gaiety.
"I will look in this evening and tell you what I have done," Reginald said, as they went out together; "and also to get a peep at Wikkey, about whom I am not a little curious." "Yes, do, Reg; I shall want some help, you know, for I suppose I've got a young heathen to deal with, and if he's going to die and all that, one must teach him something, and I'm sure I can't do it."
"But, Reg," said the latter, "surely it means you'd have to go to Liverpool?" "Yes; I'm afraid it does. That's the one drawback." "But surely you won't accept it, then?" said the younger brother. Reginald looked up. Horace's tone, if not imperious, had not been sympathetic, and it jarred on him in the fulness of his projects to encounter an obstacle. "Why not?" he replied.
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