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There was no doubt but that his essayist was not. He secured a band, but still he felt unsatisfied. He had hardly done enough, and for the school-master to beat him now meant his political destruction. It was in this state of mind that he was surprised to receive a visit from Mr. Asbury. "I reckon you're surprised to see me here," said Asbury, smiling. "I am pleased, I know." Bingo was astute.
His allies left him one by one for the other hall, and he rode home in a humiliation deeper than he had ever known before. Asbury did not appear at the celebration. He was at his little news-stand all day. In a day or two the defeated aspirant had further cause to curse his false friend.
"But you know it wasn't," he replied, impatiently. "Then I have no idea who it was." "Some one has taken advantage of the moment I spent with the captain I wonder if he had anything to do with it," he added, growing unjustly suspicious in his resentment. He strode across the room; and, knowing where the leader was, demanded: "What is the meaning of this, Capt. Asbury?" "The meaning of what?"
His horse walked slowly and the rider kept his gaze on the front of the house, as though in doubt of the reception awaiting him. A hundred feet away he came to a halt, still flourishing the peace signal above his hat. Capt. Asbury was the first to discover the messenger and hurriedly arranged for the interview.
She had just finished reading aloud one of Reginald's Congressional speeches, and advocated it warmly, while the doctor reprobated some portion of his course. "You have had a long walk," said Mrs. Asbury, looking up as the orphan entered. "And look, for the universe, as if you had been ghost-seeing," cried the doctor, wiping his spectacles.
You can get just as good things to drink right here in New York, so, I says to him, 'what's the use of making a fool trip like that? But he's noodly on the subject and spends half of his spare time reading 'Short Trips in the Old World, 'Life in the Latin Quarter, 'Fifty-seven Ways to Avoid Tipping' and all that kind of junk. A trip to Asbury Park would satisfy me just as well.
Asbury, instantly bringing his horse down to a walk, as did the others. But the hope was delusive. A brief scrutiny of the strangers through the glass by Dick Hawkridge left no doubt that they, too, were rustlers, probably engaged on the same errand as Inman and his men.
As we have shown, he was identified the instant he was brought into the reflection of the firelight, and such precautions were taken that escape by him was out of the question. When their impatience could stand it no longer, Vesey was sent to Capt. Asbury with the message which he delivered.
And I love the hurdy-gurdies and the awnings and the elevated trains and the street markets!" "I like the city," said the old woman, with a New Yorker's approval of this view. "My daughter wants me to go down and open a house in Asbury; she has a little summer place there, with a garage and all. But I tell her there's almost nobody in the house now, and we get a good draf' through the rooms.
"Never mind, Hal; I can do that. Did your master leave no other message for me? was there no note?" She leaned heavily on a chair to support herself. "None that I know of, except that you must be kind to Charon. I have no time to spare; Dr. Asbury needs me; so good-by, Miss Beulah. I will stop some day when I am passing, and see how the dog comes on. I know he will be satisfied with you."
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