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Still, I guess the ownership of the canoe doesn't amount to much now. I'll give it to the one who finds it." "Oh, Mr. Mason," cried Miss Sommerton, "did the two men escape all right?"
Why, I am not sure of anything." "Well, that is the proper spirit. You Englishmen are rather apt to take things for granted. I think you would make a mistake in this case if you were too sure. You are not the only man who has tried to awaken the interest of Miss Sommerton of Boston." "I didn't suppose that I was. Nevertheless, I am going to Boston."
"Will you pardon me," he said, with apparent submissiveness "will you pardon me if I disregard your request sufficiently to humbly beg forgiveness for having spoken to you in the first place?" To this Miss Sommerton made no reply, and the canoe glided along. After going up the river for a few miles the boatmen came to a difficult part of the voyage. Here the river was divided by an island.
He had been the Colonel's slave from his young manhood to the close of the war; since then he had hung around Ellijay what time he was not sponging a livelihood from Sommerton Place under color of doing various light turns in the vegetable garden, and of attending to his quondam master's horses. Barnaby was a great banjoist, a charming song-singer, and a leader of the negroes around about.
"Miss Sommerton," he whispered to her, "I intended to sail to-morrow. I shall leave it for you to say whether I shall go or not." "You will not sail," said Miss Sommerton promptly. "Oh, thank you," cried the artist; "you do not know how happy that makes me." "Why should it?" "Well, you know what I infer from your answer."
Then if you sit, first facing the fire and next with your back to it, and maintain a sort of rotatory motion, it will not be long before you are reasonably dry and warm." Miss Sommerton laughed, but there was not much merriment in her laughter. "Was there ever anything so supremely ridiculous?" she said. "A gentleman from England gathering sticks, and a lady from Boston gyrating before the fire.
Colonel Sommerton was down in town mixing with the "boys," and doing up his final political chores so that there might be no slip on the morrow. It was near eleven o'clock when he came up the hill and stopped at the gate to hear the song that Barnaby was singing. He supposed that the old negro was all alone.
Trenton when you return, I wish you would tell him there is a lady in America who is a friend of his; and if he has any pictures the people over there do not appreciate, ask him to send them to Boston, and his friend will buy them." "Then you must be rich, for his pictures bring very good prices, even in England." "Yes," said Miss Sommerton, "I am rich."
Trenton, you know you are in demand this evening." "Do you think that is true?" said Trenton to Miss Sommerton. "What?" "Well, that I am in demand." "I suppose it is true, if Mrs. Lennox says it is. You surely don't intend to cast any doubt on the word of your hostess, do you?" "Oh, not at all. I didn't mean in a general way, you know, I meant in particular." "I don't think I understand you, Mr.
I I am a thorough believer in the right of conquest." "You seem to have very settled opinions on the matter, Mr. Trenton." "I have indeed, Miss Sommerton. It is said that an Englishman never knows when he is conquered. Now I think that is a great mistake. There is no one so quick as an Englishman to admit that he has met his match." "Why, have you met your match already, Mr. Trenton?
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