Roanoke Rapids herald. [volume] (Roanoke Rapids, N.C.) 1914-192?, 1920-03-19
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Giants"
And he commenced to weep for the
third time In fifty years. And wher
the aged and helpless weep, nothing
Is more terrible. Bryce Cardigan said
no word, but held his father close
to his great heart and laid his cheek
gently against the old mans tenderly
as a woman might. And presently
from that silent communion of spirit
each drew strength and comfort. As
the shadows fell in John Cardlgan's
town, they went home to the house on
the hill.
Shirley Summers eyes were moist
when George Sen Otter, in obedience
to the instructions of his youthful
master, set her, the French maid, and
their hand-baggage down on the side
walk In front of Colonel Seth Pen
ningfon's house. The half-breed hest
tated a moment, undecided whether he
would carry the hand-baggage up to
the door or leave that task for a
remington retainer; then he noted
the tearstalns on the cheeks of his
fair passenger. Instantly he took up
the hand-baggage, kicked open the
iron gate, ana preceded Shirley up the
cement walk to the door.
Just wait a moment, If you please
George" Shirley said as he set the
baggage down and started back for
the car He turned and bcheld her
extracting fve-dollar bill from her
purse. "For you, George she con-
tnued. Thank you so much"
In all his life George Sea Otter had
never had such an experience--he,
happily, having been raised In coun.
try where. with the exception Of
walters, only pronounced vagrant
expects or accepts a gratuity from n
woman. He took the bin and fingered
1t curlously; then his white blood as
serted itself and he handed the bill
back to Shirley.
THANK you" he said respectfully.
"1f you were man-all right But
from lady--nO. ! am like my boss.
| work for you for nothing"
Shirley did not understand his re-
fusal, but her instructive tact warned
her not to insist. She returned the
bill to her purse. thanked him again,
and turnec quickly to hide the slight
flush of annoyance. George Sea otter
noted 1t.
Lady" he said with great dignity,
"at first did not want to carry your
baggage. did not want TO walk on
this land" And with a sweeping ges
ture he indicated the Pennington
grounds. "Thcn you cry a little he
cause my boss is feeling bad about his
old man. SO ] like you better. The
old MAXWELL, he has been like father
to me and my mother-and we are
Indians. My brothers, too-they work
for him. SO If you like my boss and
his old man. George Sea Otter would
20 to hell for you pretty damn quick.
You bet your llfe!"
you're a very good boy, George
she replied, with difficulty depressing
/ smile at his blunt but earnest
lvowal. IL am glad the Cardigans
nave such an honest, loyal servant"
George Sea Offers dark face lighted
With II quick smile. Now you pay
me- he replied and returned to the
ar.
The door opened, and a Swedish |
maid stood in the entrance regarding
Ter stolidly I'm Miss Sumner"
Shirley told her. "This is my maid
'iarcelle. Help her In with the hand
baggage" She stepped into the hall
md called: "Ooh-hooh Nunky.
'unkw
"Shlp ahoy!" An answering call
anne to her from the dining room,
cross the entrance-hall and an in
tant later Colonel Seth Pennington
TODD In the doorway. BLESS my
'hiskers! Is that you, my dear?" he
ried, and advanced to greet her.
Why, how did you get here, Shirley?
thought you'd missed the stage"
She presented her cheek for his kiss.
So | did, Uncle, but nice red-halred
Dung man named Bryce Cardigan
ound me IN distress at Red Bluff,
licked me up In his car, and brought
lie here" She shifted adorably.
I'm so hungry" she declared, land
ere l am. just In time for dinner.
$ my name in the pot?"
at isn't. Shirley, but 1t soon will
e. How perfectly bully to have you
18th me again. my dear! And what a
harming young lady you've grown
, be since | saw you last! You're
ny. you've been crying! BY Jove,
had no idea you'd be so glad to see
e again.
She could not forego a sly little smile
his egoism. you're looking per.
'ctly splendid Uncle Seth," she par
ed.
"And I'm feeling perfectly splendid.
Y the way, who did you say picked
III up In his carp
Bryce Cardigan. Do you know
M"
mo, We haven't met. Son of old
'hn Cardigan, l dare say. I've heard
him. He's been away from Sequoia
r quite while. believe. About
me he came home TO take care of
at stiff-necked old father of his"
Q stepped to the bell and pressed 1t,
I'd the butler answered. set a
ace at dinner for Miss Shirley,