[Selected Stories by Bret Harte]@TWC D-Link bookSelected Stories INTRODUCTION 154/202
I dreamed just now, Jack--dreamed of old times.
I thought that Sue and me was being married agin, and that the parson, Jack, was--who do you think ?--you!" The gambler laughed, and seated himself on the bed--the paper still in his hand. "It's a good sign, ain't it ?" queried Brown. "I reckon.
Say, old man, hadn't you better get up ?" The "old man," thus affectionately appealed to, rose, with the assistance of Hamlin's outstretched hand. "Smoke ?" Brown mechanically took the proffered cigar. "Light ?" Jack had twisted the letter into a spiral, lit it, and held it for his companion.
He continued to hold it until it was consumed, and dropped the fragment--a fiery star--from the open window.
He watched it as it fell, and then returned to his friend. "Old man," he said, placing his hands upon Brown's shoulders, "in ten minutes I'll be on the road, and gone like that spark.
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