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The four went out together. The grill room of The Greenbush was empty save for Augustus Buzzby who sat smoking before the dying fire. Old visions were before his eyes one of the office on a June night many years ago; the five friends discussing Champney Googe's prospects; the arrival of Father Honoré and little Aileen Armagh so Luigi had at last given up hope in that direction for good and all.
Father Honoré had a vision at that moment of Champney Googe's face when he said, "But you loved her with your whole manhood." He made no reply, but waited for Aileen to say more if she should so choose. "I believed he loved me and so I told him my love I shall never, never get over that!" she exclaimed passionately.
He lifted his hat in apology, and recognized one of them as the occupant of the proscenium box, the gentleman who had given the roses to the little singer. The other, although in citizen's dress, he saw by the tonsure was a priest. The sight of such a one in that garb and that environment, diverted for the moment Champney Googe's thoughts from the child and her song.
"He is your brother, Warren Googe's son don't make me say any more, Almeda Champney; you know that nothing but this, nothing on earth could have brought me here to ask anything of you!" There was a ring of the old-time haughty independence in her voice; Octavius rejoiced to hear it. "She's getting a grip on herself," he said to himself; "I hope she'll give her one 'fore she gets through with her."
Champney answered shortly, "and neither could you if your eyes weren't blinded by your infatuation for him." Aileen rolled up her work deliberately. If the time had come for open war to be declared between the two on Champney Googe's account, it was best to fight the decisive battle now, before seeing him again. She rose and stood by the window. "What do you mean, Mrs. Champney?"
Van Ostend faced the two men. "Do you think it would do any good for me to approach him on the subject of setting apart that portion of the personal estate, and its increase in the last seven years, which Mrs. Champney inherited from her father, Mr. Googe's grandfather, for his children that is if he won't take it himself?" "No." The two men spoke as one; the negative was strongly emphatic. "Mr.
17 Probatum est is proved a scrap of Latin commonly used in advertising medical prescriptions, in Bunyan's time. Ed. 18 A Protestant can have but little idea of the insane superstition of the Papists in respect to holy water. The following lines, from Barnaby Googe's Popish Kingdome, will shed a little light upon it:
The title of the original poem was Regnum Papisticum. The book is a satire on the abuses and superstitions of the Catholic Church. Only one perfect copy of Googe's translation is known to exist: it is in the University Library at Cambridge. See Mr. R.C. Hope's introduction to his reprint of this rare work, pp. xv. sq.
One half of the remainder of the estate, real and personal, was bequeathed to Henry Van Ostend; the other half, in trust, to his daughter, Alice Maud Mary Van Ostend. The instrument bore the date of Champney Googe's commitment. The Last Word It is the day after Flamsted's first municipal election; after twenty years of progress it has attained to proud citizenship.
"I knew in my heart that during all those months I was carrying Warren Googe's child, I had only one thought: 'Oh, if it were only Louis' and mine! And because I was a widow, I felt free to dwell upon that one thought night and day. Louis' face was always before me. I came in thought to look upon him as the true father of my boy not that other for whom I had had no love.
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