Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1917-01-30
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should have been placed. Immediate
" my image Of the General Robert
Carruthers lost one Of the wicked eyes
I had given him from out the head Of
the stepfather who did so cruelty stare
at the poor young David Copperfeld
and became q man with only one eye
which still held the malevolence that
was hurled at that small David. And
with this squat, crooked, evil image
Of the General Robert Carruthers In
my heart / alighted from the train
into the city Of Hayesville, which Is
the capital Of the great American state
Of Harpeth. The black man had
swung himself of with my bags and
that of the beautiful Madam Whit
worth, who, with me, was the last OF
the passengers to descend from the
steps Of the car.
my dear Jeff!' exclaimed my 30
lovely new friend as she raised her
veil for q very seemly kiss from
tall and quite broad gentleman with
very Wide hat and long mustachios
that dropped far dowL with want OF
wax that It Is the custom to uso for
their elevation In France, as I well
know from my fathers wrathy re-
marks to his valet II he made q too
great use of 1t upon his. "And this
Is General Carruthers' nephew who
came down on the train with me-
Ny husband, Mr.. Carruthers Of Gres
and Bye" with which Introduction she
confronted ne with the gentleman.
"Glad to know you, young man;
glad to know you," he answered as
he took my hand snd gave it an en-
brace Of such vigor that almost
made outcry. There's the general
over there looking for you. Come to
see us some time. Come on, PatsyF
"Goodby, Mr.. Csrruthers. I'll see
you soon," said the beautiful Madam
Whitworth as she held out her hand to
me. do it nowhere comes the gem
eral-quick, kiss my handr'
bent and did as she bade me and
% I had promised her to do, and as I
raised myself she slipped away quick
ly after her husband with salutatton
Of great coolness to person over my
shoulder and a "How do you do, Cen
eral Carruthers?" remark as she went.
Instantly turned and faced the ma
terialization Of the ogre 1t had taken
me years to build up into my wicked
uncle. And what did see?
My eyes looked straight into eyes OF
the greatest kindness and wisdom !
had ever before beheld, and 1t was
with difficulty Irestrained myself from
Hinging myself and my suit OF English
tweed straight into the strong arms
and burying my head on the broad
deep chest that confronted me as the
huge old gentleman. with as perfect
mop Of white hair as p mine OF black,
rioting over his large head. lowered
over me.
"You galivanting young idiot. where
did you pick up that dimity" he de-
manded Of me as he laid large hand
with long, strong fingers on my shoul-
ders and gave me slight shake.
"I'm your Uncle Robert, sonny. and
don't you ever forget that, SIR" he
continued, and could see longing
for the embrace, which I so desired.
In his keen eyes that had softened with
+. veil Of mist In the last second. Lord.
I'm glad you're not a woman! And
from now on just stop knowing the
creatures exist-Pat Whitworth and
her kind. We've Got work to do to
put out q fire-a fire Of dishonor and
devastation. Come on to my car over
there; we've no time to waste. Drive
to the governors mansion and don't
sprout grass under Jour wheels" he
commanded the black chauffeur
governors mansion. privats door on
Sixth street"