Scribner's magazine . I Heni-y, Hsten to me! listen I Icant let you die, believing—Henry, doyou hear me? I—I am all that mansaid. Those spints—they were is no Minnehaha I I did it—I didit all myself—because we were staiv-ing ! She dropped her shaken face on his breast, as if not daring to meetthe anger in his dying vision. On the staii Miss Jane stood rootedwith amazement and awe. The oldmans eyes took her in in their sti-ange-ly rolling glance. He laid one armacross his wifes prostrate form, stillgazing fixedly at the scared figure onthe staircase. •My wife is not well he said, wi
Scribner's magazine . I Heni-y, Hsten to me! listen I Icant let you die, believing—Henry, doyou hear me? I—I am all that mansaid. Those spints—they were is no Minnehaha I I did it—I didit all myself—because we were staiv-ing ! She dropped her shaken face on his breast, as if not daring to meetthe anger in his dying vision. On the staii Miss Jane stood rootedwith amazement and awe. The oldmans eyes took her in in their sti-ange-ly rolling glance. He laid one armacross his wifes prostrate form, stillgazing fixedly at the scared figure onthe staircase. •My wife is not well he said, withdifficult utterance. She does notknow what she is sa;\ing. Her husband is dvinor. Miss Jane. Miss Jane, will «. c> - you tell those people below that theyrewronof, all wronor ? He shot out a sudden, pointing finger. Tell them, he cried, in a voice whichflagged low on the last word; tellthem that I saw her!—that just as Ipassed over, I saw—Minnehaha. JOHN MARCH, SOUTHERNER By George W. Cable LXXIX. COMPLETE COLLAPSE OF A PERFECT UNDER-STANDFKG ^ HE door closed and Bar-^ bara noiselessly momit-ed the staii-s. At its top* an elm-shaded window^ allowed a view of some-? fifty vards or more downthe street, and as shereached it now the pleas-antness of the outer day furnishedimpulse enough, if there had beenno other, for her to glance out. Shestopped sharply, with her eyes fixedwhere they had fallen. For there stoodJohn ^larch and Henry Fair in the firstbright elation of their encounter busilyexchanging tlieir manly acknowledg-ments and expLiuations. Lost to her-self she stayed, an arm bent high anda knuckle at her parted teeth, compar-ing the two men and noting the match-less bearing of her Southerner. In itshe read again for tlie hundredth timeall the energy and intrepidity which inher knowledge it stood for ; his boy- ish openness and simplicity, his tenderbehef in his mother, his high-hearteddevotion to the fulfilment of his fathersaspiiations, and the impetu
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