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"Sing for you?" and there was a world of reproach in his meaning. "Is this a place for songs? or am I a man to sing?" "Why not, Mr. Axtell? Aaron told me that you could sing, if you would; he has heard you." "I will sing for you," he said, "if, after I am done, you choose to hear the song I sing." I thought again of Miss Lettie, and put the question, once unheeded, concerning her. "She is better.
It was addressed to the "Moon Travellers," and, considering that he was one, the youth tore open the envelope. In the dim light of the fading day he read the bold handwriting. "I have fixed you," the letter began. "You will never get to the moon. I shall have my revenge. You took my brother Fred Axtell to Mars and left him there.
I told Miss Lettie, thinking that she would leave; but no, she said "she would stay awhile"; and so, later on, the two were sitting there in quietness of joy, when my father came up to see his patient. Mr. Axtell was with him. They went in; indifferent words were spoken, until, was it Abraham Axtell that I saw as I kept up my walking in the hall?
McKey; and to Aaron's and Sophie's care Mr. Axtell committed her. Papa gave the letter to Miss Lettie. She read it in silence, and her face was immovable. I could divine nothing from it. Last March! how long the time seems! Scarce six months have gone since I gave the record, and now the summer is dying.
Axtell and I had gone out. Evidently there had been no visitors. The wood that had been put on the fire before I left had gone down into glowing coals that looked warm and inviting. I kneeled and stirred them to a brighter glow, and put on more wood, my fingers very stiff the while.
He started a little at the name, and only a little, and he questioned, "Where did you learn the name you give to me?" "From Miss Axtell, yesterday." Question and answer succeeded, until I had told him half the story that I knew. I might have said more, but father's coming in interrupted me. "I expect our visitors by the day-boat," papa said to me the day following. The carriage went for them.
The relief was so great that I spoke, softly, it is true. "What is it?" I asked. "Is anything wrong, Mr. Axtell?" "It seems not," he said. "Kino's barking aroused me, it is so unusual. How has she slept?" "Very well. For the last hour she has not spoken." Kino began again his low, dismal howling. "Did not the dog disturb her when he barked?" Mr.
What a joy it was to me with its damper and griddles and high oven and the shiny edge on its hearth! It rivaled, in its novelty and charm, any tin peddler's cart that ever came to our door. John Axtell and his wife, who had seen it pass their house, hurried over for a look at it. Every hand was on the stove as we tenderly carried it into the house, piece by piece, and set it up.
Axtell answered it in his next words. "Lettie is only working out a necessity of her own spirit. She is not harming any living soul. I cannot see why you should look so white and terrified about it. Have you tasted the coffee?" I had not thought of it: I told him so. "Did you give my sister what the doctor left for her?"
Would Miss Axtell expect me? or had she, it might be, forgotten that she had asked my presence?
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