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Pownal's eyes sparkled with delight, but before he could utter a word, she had sprung upon her feet. "It is too bad," she cried, "to compare you to a wild animal. Forgive and forget my impertinence. I have been reading a novel," and as, she said so she took a book from the table, "by an American author, which interests me greatly. Have you seen it?" Pownal took the book into his hands.
"Yes," said the Judge; "any attention we can render is more than repaid by the pleasure Mr. Pownal's presence imparts. If he should ever think more highly of himself than we do, he will be a very vain person." The young man could only bow, and with a gratified countenance return his thanks for their kindness. "Your adventure was also the means," said Mr.
Peters loads Mr. Pownal's gun with sixteen buck-shot, topples him off a precipice twenty feet high, breaks three of his ribs, and makes a considerable incision in his skull. Never was there such a wonderful escape. It is too horrible." "How the newspapers are given to big stories!" said Mrs. Bernard.
If you don't believe I have full proof of what I charge, you walk out of that door and put the matter to the test! And I hasten to assure you, sir, that you'll be eternally disgraced!" He waited a moment, because a roar of applause that greeted one of Senator Pownal's utterances resounded even in the remote anteroom. "It all means, gentlemen, that I'm to be the nominee of this convention to-day.
You've scared Senator Pownal's crowd with that anti-water-power-trust talk; they've got money to put into the legislature, but none for you. The corporations won't do anything; your tax commission talk has given them cold feet as far's you're concerned. Even the office-holders are sore; you've been talking about abolishing fees, and if that's the case they'd just as soon give up the offices.
The black servant who came to the door at the ringing of the bell, stared with astonishment at the unusual figure of Pownal's companion, but if disposed, as is the habit of his class, to be deficient in respect to one not bearing the conventional stamp, a glance of the young man's eye, and his marked deference toward the stranger, to say nothing of the latter's natural air of authority, soon restored his courtesy and usual obsequious attention.
"A vast deal depends upon who the father is." "What! is it you who speak so?" cried Anne, with sparkling eyes. "What is there in the father unworthy of the son?" "Were I now in Pownal's place, I should have preferred to discover a parent in some one else than in a half crazy man, who supports himself by basket-making."
"Speak Lord for thy servant heareth." Mr. Pownal approached, and taking Holden by an arm, led him gently to the sofa, and took a seat by his side. Mrs. Pownal said not a word, but threw her arms round young Pownal's neck, and sobbed upon his bosom. The young man, unable to divine a reason for such unusual emotion, could only silently return the caress and wait for an explanation.
And yet, at a moment when, as it seemed to himself, he was about to realize his dear hopes for the imagination of the Solitary leaped over all intervening difficulties, and, in the confusion of his mind, it almost appeared as if when the door opened, he should see and recognize his son Holden laid his hand on Pownal's arm, and arrested his steps.
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