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Lofton's anger cooled, and he felt that he had suffered himself to be misled by a hasty judgment. That no evil had been in the young man's mind he was sure. It was this change that had prompted him to make an effort to recall him. But, the effort was fruitless. On Jenny's return home, after her last interview with Mark, she found a servant there with a summons from Mr. Lofton.
Jones and ask him, as a favor, to step over and see me." In due time Mr. Jones came. "Are you certain that you saw Jenny Lawson go on board the steamboat for New York to-day?" asked Mr. Lofton, when the neighbor appeared. "Oh, yes, sir; it was her," replied the man. "Did you speak to her?" "I was going to, but she hurried past me without looking in my face." "Had she anything with her?"
His hand had stirred the waters of affection in her gentle bosom; and they knew no rest. Mr. Lofton frequently sent for her to come over to the mansion house. He never spoke to her of Mark; nor did she mention his name though both thought of him whenever they were together. The oftener Mr.
The Secretary looked grave. "At whose instance do you come?" he inquired. "Solely at my own." "Who is the young man?" "Do you know Marshal Lofton?" "I do, by reputation, well. He belongs to a distinguished family in New York, to which the country owes much for service rendered in trying times." "The discharge I ask, is for his grandson." "Young Clifford, do you mean?"
When he got Edmund's letter Mark was sulking there is no other word for it over his answer to Lord Lofton, which ought to have gone several days ago. Of course he was bound by his mission oath to go where he was placed, but the authorities might at least have waited to hear from him before handing him over as if he were a parcel or a Jesuit.
But, in what way, he could not make out; for he had never heard the name of the ship in which his grandson sailed, and knew nothing of her expected arrival home. By the time Mr. Jones appeared, ready to start on the proposed mission to New York, Mr. Lofton had made up his mind not to attempt to follow Jenny, but to wait for some word from her. Not until this sudden separation took place did Mr.
This was no sooner done than better emotions stirred in the old man's bosom, and he regretted the hasty act; but pride of consistency prevented his recalling it. From that time old Mr. Lofton broke down rapidly. In six months he seemed to have added ten years to his life.
Intense feelings produced more active thoughts, and the mind of Jenny took a higher development. A constant association with Mr. Lofton, who required her to read to him sometimes for hours each day, filled her thoughts with higher ideas than any she had known, and gradually widened the sphere of her intelligence.
He shall not remain here a day longer to breathe his blighting breath on so sweet a flower. Jenny is too good a girl to be exposed to such an influence." The mind of Mr. Lofton remained excited for hours after this interview; and when Mark appeared, he met him as has already been seen.
In an hour after Jenny had read the fact just stated, she said to Mr. Lofton, who had now come to be much attached to her "Will you grant me a favor?" "Ask what you will, my child," replied Mr. Lofton, with more than usual affection in his tones. "Let me have fifty dollars." "Certainly. I know you will use it for a good purpose." Two days after this Jenny was in Washington.
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