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ow I've been feeling, ever since you went away. It seemed to me that there was a big weight resting on my breast." Redbud colored, and laughed. "Sometimes," said Verty, smiling, "I would try and get it away by drawing in my breath, and ever so long; but I could'nt," he added, shaking his head; "I don't know what it means." Mr. Jinks, who was dusting his rosetted shoes with a white pocket handkerchief, grimaced at this. "Well, well," Verty went on, "I begin to feel better now, since I've seen you; and, I think, I'll do better in my office work." "Office work?" asked Redbud, beginning to grow more like her former self. "Oh, yes!" Verty replied; "I'm in Mr. Rushton's office now, and I'm a lawyer's clerk;--that's what they call it, I believe." Redbud returned his bright smile. Her eye wandered toward Cloud, who stood perfectly still--the turkey, which had not been removed, yet dangling at his saddle-bow. Verty followed the young girl's glance, and smiled. "I know what you are looking at," he said; "you are looking at that wild turkey, and thinking that I am a poor sort of a lawyer, with such a book to read out of. But I shot him coming along." Redbud laughed; her coolness could not last in Verty's presence; his fresh voice, so full of their old happy times, made her a child again. "And how did you find me'?" she said, in her old tone. "By your pigeon!" "My pigeon? "Yes, indeed; I shot him." "You shot him, Verty?" Verty experienced,--he knew not why,--a feeling of extreme delight, on hearing his name from her lips. "Yes, I did so, Redbud," he replied, confidentially, "and I cured him, too. Look at him, up there on the roof, coo-cooing! He was sailing over the town, and I sent an arrow after him, and brought him straight down." "Oh, Verty! how cruel!" "I never would 'a shot him if I had seen the name on his neck." "The name--yes--" "Yours, Redbud. There was a piece of paper, and on it--but here's the paper." And Verty took from his bosom the yellow scroll, and placed it in Redbud's hand. She took it, smiling, and read the words--"I am Miss Redbud's pigeon, and Fanny gave me to her." "Oh, yes," she said, "and I am glad he's come back; poor fellow, I hav'nt seen him for days!" "I had him," said Verty. "At home?" "Yes." "Curing him?" Verty nodded. "You know that was what I wanted. I cured him, and then let him go, and followed him, and found you." Verty
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