Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 250: what you’re looking at

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A LIVING SAINT. 241 these parts loves her and pities her, too, for she’s seen a peck o’ trouble for her years. ”’ By this time his guest was listening to him with almost excited interest. ‘*You know certainly that she is going to become a nun?’’ he asked. ‘‘I, myself, had heard rumors of it, but could get no positive knowledge as to whether it was true or not.’’ “Oh, Lordy, yes Then you know her?’’ ‘*T have met her once or twice, and I am acquainted with some friends of hers as well. Her acquaintances in New York would be likely to hear anything concerning her, I suppose,’’ returned Mr. Forrest. ‘*Well,’’ observed Mr. Perry, carefully refilling his pipe, ‘“‘vou might be able to give some positive information yourself, then, for you see it’s her and a Wallford priest— a man nigh eighty years old, who has been a second father to her—who gets on at Convent Road.”’ And before his guest had time to reply to this bit of news Perry shouted to the bartender to pour more coal upon the fire. One by one the loungers had disappeared, and the stove was glowing brighter and cheerier every moment, when Tony re-entered, calling out, in a sing- song voice: ‘‘All aboa’d, sah!’’ and the sound of the bells on the horses was heard in the narrow lane leading from the sta- ble-yard. Mr. Forrest rose and drew his coat closer about him, setting his cap more snugly upon his head, and turned up his fur collar. “T say, Perry,’* he said, ‘I’m going to leave the mare with you over night. J intended to ride her all the way, (COMMUNE CKO KS, (EC) im