Because a note came to the office from his wife, which I opened, not knowing her writing, which had something to do with it. He began dictating a reply for me to type-write, but I suggested he had better write a note himself.
Director
If this history were more of war than of love--and really at times I fear it is--we might fill pages telling of the brigade's September and early October operations in that long tongue of devastated country which narrowed from northeast to southwest between Big Black on our front and the Tallahala and Bayou Pierre behind us. At Baker's Creek it had a bloody all-day fight, in which we took part after having been driven in upon the brigade. It was there that at dusk, to the uproarious delight of half the big camp, and with our Captain once more at our head, for he had rejoined us that very morning, we came last off the field, singing "Ned Ferry's a-comin' down de lane."But the Clockwork man was not. He never had been, and, indeed, God forbid he ever should be.Why should I give up the catalogue? she said. I have no intention of doing so unless you tell me to. My business is to finish it.THE CLOCKWORK MAN.Keeling bent over the book, and with his eyes on the page, just touched the arm of Properts black coat.{41}