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"You're the man, Master Nixon, to choose for churchwarden," replied the reproved miner with a glance of admiration. "What is Diggs doing?" said Master Nixon in a solemn tone. "A-dropping wages and a-raising tommy like fun," said Master Waghorn. "There is a great stir in Hell-house yard," said a miner who entered the tap room at this moment, much excited.
In addition to the usual running and leaping contests, there was rifle and pistol shooting, in both of which old man Nelson stood first, with Shaw, foreman of the mines, second. The great event of the day, however, was to be the four-horse race, for which three teams were entered one from the mines driven by Nixon, Craig's friend, a citizens' team, and Sandy's.
Mrs Nixon, shrivelled and deaf, sat in the arm-chair, watching. No responsibility now attached to the vigil, and so it could be left to the aged and almost useless domestic. She gave a gesture which might have meant anything despair, authority, pride, grief. Edwin stood by the bedside and gazed.
Scattergood was watching for symptoms of the complication. Three weeks later Ovid took the "three-o'clock" down the line of a Saturday afternoon and failed to return Sunday night. Indeed, he did not appear Monday night, nor was there explanatory word from him. Mrs. Nixon could give Scattergood no explanation, and she herself, in the midst of a spell of neuralgia, was distracted.
Let to-morrow bring forth what it may, Edith Darrell shall be my wife." As he descended the stairs he encountered Nixon and a veiled lady in black ascending. He looked at her keenly she was tall and slender; beyond that, through the heavy crape veil, he could make out nothing. "Mysterious, certainly!" he thought. "I wonder who she is?"
Pillows, over there by the cigar case. He and Nixon hang out together." Scattergood scrutinized Mr. Pillows and did not like the appearance of that young man; not that he looked especially vicious, but there was a sort of useless, lazy, sponging look to him.
The situation of Darsie was indeed something awkward; for Cristal Nixon, out of caution perhaps to prevent escape, had muffled the extreme folds of the riding-skirt with which he was accoutred, around his ankles and under his feet, and there secured it with large corking-pins.
Tell me frankly, Elmsley, has Miss Heywood heard any further account of the events at the farm-house?" "She has heard the report brought in by Nixon and the rest of the fishing-party." "And what was that, I pray you?" eagerly returned the ensign. "That Mr. Heywood had been carried off by the Indians." "From whom did she hear it?"
But I have no doubt of arranging my affairs so that we shall speedily have sport together again. He went to wait upon the Justice to the courtyard; and, as he did so, commanded Cristal Nixon to see that I returned into my apartment. Knowing it would be to no purpose to resist or tamper with that stubborn functionary, I obeyed in silence, and was once more a prisoner in my former quarters.
"Yet, such is the reaching out of the drowning for straws, I did not utterly despair till Nixon brought me from this man's lodging-house, where I had sent him, a specimen of his handwriting. "Nixon is the only confidant I have had. Nixon knew me as a girl when he worked in my uncle's home, and has always had the most unbounded, I may say jealous, affection for me.
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