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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Then draw your chair closer, for not even Virgie knows the very worst, and I would not make her burden any heavier when there is no need." The young baronet did as he was requested, but he looked both troubled and pale, for he knew not how this story might affect his future prospects.
A glance into the mirror again revealed those blushes repeating each other, like the Aurora in the northern dawn, till, with a searching consciousness, and her voice raised above the whisper, she said, "Be still, silly girl!" Opening the door, she found Virgie lying on the rug without, warmly wrapped in her mistress's blanket-shawl, but wide awake. "Virgie, no one has passed?" asked Vesta.
It seemed as if the man's sharp wits had suddenly seized on something which he could profitably turn to his own account. With his back turned on Cary and Virgie the Corporal unfolded the pass and studied it carefully, while the troopers gathered behind him and tried to read its contents over his shoulder.
He touched his hat and made her a sweeping bow. "A thousand pardons, Mademoiselle." He shot his sword into its scabbard, and laughed again. "Might I inquire as to what you are called by your er justly respectful relatives and friends?" "Virgie," she answered simply. "Ah," he approved, "and a very pretty name! Virgie what?" "My whole name is Miss Virginia Houston Gary."
"Because I am so young?" cried Florrie. "Oh, I don't know; girls marry young here. Now there is Tita . . . she is our cook's sister . . . she has two babies already and she is only four months older than I am. And . . . Look, Virgie; there is the most terrible creature in the world. It is Kid Rickard; he killed the Las Palmas man, you know.
At eleven o'clock the happy groom made his appearance and sent Margery Follet, the woman before mentioned, to Virgie's door to say that he was ready and awaiting her. To her tap Virgie gently responded "come in," and a low cry of delight escaped the humble woman's lips as she opened the door, and then stood transfixed upon the threshold. Virgie turned a smiling face to her.
"When your father came, did he ever wear clothes that that were not his own?" Virgie turned a side-long look on her father but, as he could not help, her puzzled eyes went back to the General. "Well well, lots of our men don't have hardly any clo's," she said pathetically. Another smile broke the sternness of the General's face. "That isn't what I mean," he explained gently.
Heath returned, flushing slightly, then continued: "I am not given much to rhapsody or extravagances of language, but I know that I can never be a happy man unless I win Virgie, and if you will give her to me, I promise most solemnly to devote my life to her happiness." "Is William Heath your true name?" Mr. Abbot questioned, determined to know all about him before committing himself. "Yes, sir.
"And here comes the little lady with the coffee pot filled just right. Now watch me pour in the good old coffee real coffee, Virgie dear not made from aco'ns." He settled the pot on the fire and sat back with a grin. "Oh, oh!
"Scouting duty. I've been on it for the past two months." Mrs. Cary's hand went to her heart. "A scout, Herbert! But, darling, why? It's so dangerous so horrible so " He put up his hand, with a forced smile, to check her, and broke in gayly. "Ah, but think of the fun in it. It's like playing hide-and-go-seek with Virgie."
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