Jubilee Jim: The Life of Colonel James Fisk, Jr.

Jubilee Jim: The Life of Colonel James Fisk, Jr.

Jubilee Jim: The Life of Colonel James Fisk, Jr.

Jubilee Jim: The Life of Colonel James Fisk, Jr.

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LOOKING back over a good many years it seems to me that Ceda Garland was always more of a companion to me than anybody else I ever knew. Sometimes for years I didn't see her or hear from her; but when we met again, as we always did, there never was any strangeness. It was just as though we had never been apart. It happens that sometimes in youth we have bosom friends. We tell them our most secret thoughts and hopes; but after a few years we are surprised and sorry to find that we are no longer interested in them or their affairs, or they in us or ours. In my own life this has happened to me; but I never lost my interest in Ceda Garland, and I know she always kept up her interest in me, God knows why!

She was a golden blonde. I don't mean that her hair was golden in color, for it wasn't. It was a shade or two darker than gold and it grew still darker as she grew older. Like the rest of us, she changed from year to year, but always the most noticeable thing about her hair was its thickness and the way it lay on her head and across her forehead, waving a little. There was a flame in it when the light fell on it. The straying threads, at any rate, were golden enough . . .

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