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The house was good to look at and good to live in; there were horses to ride, the river to go a-rowing on, and a big box from Mudie's every week. No one worried them; Miss Bussey was generally visiting the poor; or, as was the case at this moment, asleep in her arm-chair, with Paul, the terrier, in his basket beside her, and the cat on her lap.
As he strolled toward the smoking-room, he met Charlie Ellerton. "Well, old fellow, had a pleasant afternoon?" "Glorious!" answered Charlie in a husky voice. "Are we to congratulate you?" "I I well, it's not absolutely settled yet, Deane, but soon, I hope." "That's right. Miss Bussey told me the whole story, and I think you're precious lucky to get such a girl." "Yes, aren't I?"
So he's still puzzling over what he regards as an anomaly, a farmerette who knows the difference between De Bussey and a side-delivery horse-rake, a mother of three children who can ride a pinto and play a banjo, a clodhopper in petticoats who can talk about Ragusa and Toarmina and the summer races at Piping Rock.
"But it won't smoke him out," he said. "That skunk lives in a deep hole." "If I can't smoke him out, I'll blast him out," declared Banneker, and set himself to the composition of an editorial which consumed the remainder of the working day. With a typed copy in his pocket, he called, a little before noon, at the office of The Searchlight and sent in his card to Major Bussey. The Major was not in.
"Do you think you really want to know?" asked the other with a touch of grimness. "It won't be pleasant hearing." "I've got to know. Everything!" "Very well. Here's the situation. Banneker points his gun, The Patriot, at Bussey. 'Be good or I'll shoot, he says. Marrineal learns of it, never mind how. He points his gun at Ban. 'Be good, or I'll shoot, says he. And there you are!"
The Bussey Institute was built in 1871, and the beautiful Arboretum, embracing one hundred and sixty acres, has been in the process of development since that time. During Mr. Bussey's; life, and for years after, the public enjoyed the freedom of these charming grounds. There were lovely wood paths, carefully kept, in all directions.
Blackmail," philosophized the astute Ives, "is a gun that you've got to keep pointed all the time." "I see. So long as he has Bussey covered by the muzzle of The Patriot, The Searchlight behaves itself." "It does. But if ever he laid down his gun, Bussey would make hash of him and his lady-love." "What about her?" interrogated Marrineal.
The expedition from the south did not enjoy a like unanimity; but before following their steps we may, in the interest of simplicity, land the first detachment safely at its destination. When Mary and John, followed by Miss Bussey they outstripped her in their eagerness entered the hotel, a young man with an eye-glass was just engaging a bedroom.
"I'm sure I hope you won't have to," said Dora, rather ungraciously. "Think what a convincing test of affection it would be," suggested Deane persuasively. "After that you could never doubt that the man loved you." "My good Sir Roger," observed Miss Bussey, "it would be common humanity." "Suppose there were two girls," said Laing, "and you couldn't take 'em both!" Deane hastily interposed.
Among the infantry and cavalry colonels were some who afterward rose to distinction David Stuart, Gordon Granger, Bussey, etc., etc. Though it was mid-winter, General Halleck was pushing his preparations most vigorously, and surely he brought order out of chaos in St. Louis with commendable energy.
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