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"Thet 'ere is a lie!" cried Hennion, yet following the officer. "It is, if you never signed such a paper," remarked Jack, drily. "I defy yer ter show it." challenged Hennion. "If you want sight of it, introduce the bill," retorted the aide. "Say, colonel," said Bagby, with a decided cringe, "you won't use those documents against your old friends, will you?"
An' Bagby he takes it back, sayin' as how his own words was very good eatin' anyways. I tell you, the whole town enjoyed that 'ere afternoon." "I suppose they made you an officer?" said Miss Meredith, with unconcealed contempt. "No, Miss Janice," Philemon eagerly denied, "an' that 's what I come over to tell you.
"'T is in the hands of One who knows best." Bagby went to the door. "The Assembly meets on the twenty-eighth," he remarked, "and I promised some of the members I'd quit Congress to 'tend the early part of the session, so I've got to go back to Trenton in three days. If you change your mind before then, let me know."
"Wilt seek Joe Bagby an' tell him tew git the Invincibles tewgether?" he cried. "He intended tew review 'em tew-morrer fer the ginral, an' their Lordships says they'll see 'em go through Why, strap me, man, what hast thou been at?" "I've been making it a better portrait of the general than it ever was of the king." "But yer've drawn the wrong man!" exclaimed the publican.
"Mommy will be gla will be in the parlour," she said, leading the way to that room. Without circumlocution, Bagby went at the object of his call the moment the equally embarrassing meeting with Mrs. Meredith was over. "I came up to town," he announced," to 'tend Congress, of which I'm now a member;" and here the speaker paused as if to let the new dignity come home to his hearers.
"'T is past belief, Miss Tabitha, except they want to save their skins by never fighting. 'T was Joe Bagby the bumpkins chose a fellow I've knocked down without his resenting it. A cotswold lion, who works his way by jokes and by hand-shakes.
"You don't mean to say he's got his deserts at last? Now, I guess you see what your buying of Greenwood 's brought you. No man makes an enemy of Joe Bagby but lives to regret it." A look of intense malignity came on the dying man's face, and pushing his son, who was kneeling beside him, away, he raised himself with an effort on one elbow.
A few days before the final adjournment, it was announced that Senator Bagby, of Alabama, would the next afternoon expose the shortcomings of the Whig party. He was a type of the old-school Virginia lawyers, who had removed to the Gulf States, and there acquired political position and fortune. He was a large man, with a bald head, a strong voice, and a watch-seal dangling from his waistband.
"I've seen Miss Carden three times before, once on the train, once at this hotel and once at Mr. Curtis's house; can you tell me anything about her?" said Harry. "It's an ordinary tale," replied Bagby. "I think she lived well up the valley and her house being destroyed in some raid of the Federal troops she came down to the capital to earn a living.
He started to go; then asked, "I hope there is n't any danger I suppose she'll keep, eh, squire?" The husband winced. "Yes," he replied huskily. "The Marquis de Lafayette, quite unasked, ordered the commissaries to give us all we needed of a pipe of rum." "That was mighty generous," said Bagby, "for I suppose he had to pay for it.
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