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"Oh! well, Gussie can't complain, I'm sure," said Mr. Sherwood. "No one will become inquisitive over her name," he laughingly added. "I have no doubt that Miss Gussie feels thankful she secured first choice," said Plaisted, "and that her good looks entitled her to it," and he looked over at Gussie with bold admiration in his glance. "I don't think looks had anything to do with it," said Mr.
"Hum-m! there's something up, sure enough; though I can't see through it yet," he said to himself as he walked thoughtfully away. "So far, so good," said Dexie, sotto voce. "How I wish I could have seen Shadrach when he opened his valentine this morning!" Dexie would have felt satisfied that her shaft had struck home had she seen Plaisted when he had "taken in" the contents of his valentine.
Plaisted assumes that character, no one else has a possible chance either as court fool or April fool."
Plaisted on the street, and he stopped and spoke to him cordially. "Why, Sherwood! is it you? I never expected to meet you here," and Mr. Plaisted shook hands with his former partner. "I am settled here now," replied Mr. Sherwood. "What are you doing in this part of the country?" "I am travelling for a New York firm; just arrived in town this morning.
The presence of Plaisted in the town was a great surprise to the Sherwood family, and Dexie heard of his intended visit with a frown. "I am astonished, papa, that you could ask him to call after all that has happened; but it is like his impudence to accept the invitation, which he might know was more an act of courtesy than a desire to renew his acquaintance."
"Bless my soul! what a tongue that girl has," and he wiped the perspiration from his brow. "I hope she don't often let her temper loose like that." "Well, no; but you have only yourself to blame for it, and I was almost going to say that it serves you right, too." "Why! how's that?" said Plaisted, in surprise.
There was certainly nothing amiss in the manner of the cooking or serving of the shad, and the presence of this particular fish at the table did not strike Plaisted as unusual, until Mr. Sherwood asked if he would be "helped to shad."
Raising on his elbow, he gazed in bewilderment on the thing, but turning it over he quickly grasped its meaning, for the words thereon were plain enough for the dullest man to understand, and read as follows: "Sacred to the memory of D.S. PLAISTED, who departed this life while in full health and curl papers. His death was sudden, but quite expected.
Purchasing this caricature of a shad, she pasted below it a version of the affectionate lines of Widow Bedott; then enclosing it in an elaborate envelope, she addressed it with many flourishes to: "MR. DANUEL SHADRACH PLAISTED," and carried it herself to the post office.
"She marked this out as a day of punishment for you, Plaisted, and she has carried it out pretty well! Ha! ha! It was she herself who told me to ask you to dinner, saying she had everything ready for you, and was going to 'heap coals of fire' on your head because you had been treating her badly. Ha! ha!
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