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The Lord didn't do anything for this country but go off and leave it to us." "Yes, to us. Here is the sunflower and the new home in the new West and Asher Aydelot. And underfoot is the prairie sod that is ours, and overhead is heaven that kept watch over you for me, and over both of us for this. And I persuaded you to bring me here because I wanted to be with you always."
From such ancestry came Asher Aydelot, the healthiest, happiest country boy that ever waked the echoes of the old Ohio woodlands, or dared the currents of her mad little rivers, or whistled fearlessly as he scampered down the dusty pike road in the soft black summer nights. Asher was just fifteen when the Civil War swept the nation off its feet.
The speaker paused a moment. Then the inspiration of the evening came to him. "When you first came here, Aydelot, there wasn't nothing but imagination to make this a farming community. And it looked lots more impossible then than this looks to me now. What's to prevent a metropolis risin' right here where a decade and a half ago there wasn't nothing but bare prairie?"
Aydelot asked. "Nobody seems to know exactly. He left just before his brother, Tank, married that Leigh girl up the Clover valley somewhere. But everything's settled for Asher. He will be marrying one of the Cloverdale girls pretty soon and stay right here in town. We'll take it up with him now. There's no use waiting." "And yet I wish we might wait till he speaks of it himself.
I'll stay here with Asher Aydelot. Other men and women as eager as we are will come soon. We can wait, and some day, Oh, some day, we'll not miss what the Thaines lost by the war and the Aydelots lost by the Thaines, for we'll have a prince's holdings on these desolate plains!"
Six weeks after the death of Alford before Caloocan, Dr. Horace Carey came up from the hospital in Manila to the American line to see Thaine Aydelot.
Aydelot, except what's reserved for worthy parties. I've looked over things carefully." Darley Champers broke the silence at once. "Who draws the line between the worthy and the unworthy, Mr. Champers?" Virginia asked. "I am told the relief supply is not exhausted." "Oh, the distributin's in my hands in a way, but that don't change matters," Champers said.
Jean Aydelot, the first of the name in America, driven from France by his family on account of his Huguenot beliefs, had settled in Virginia. He had quickly grasped the American ideals of freedom, the while he affiliated easily with the exclusive English Cavaliers. Something of the wanderlust in his blood, however, kept him from rooting too firmly at once.
"There was nothing to investigate," Asher replied. It did not occur to him to connect the query with Carey's knowledge of Shirley's affairs or with his studying in the East. "You have relatives there?" Carey asked. "Yes, a Jane Aydelot. Married, single, widowed, I can't tell. My father left his estate to her. I was in love with the West then, and madly in love with my wife.
"Nor storm nor stress can rob her of her beauty," he thought. "However sweet and self-sacrificing Jane Aydelot may be, the Plains would have broken her long ago." He turned about at once and came back to where Thaine stood beside his mother. "This is Jim Shirley's little girl, Mrs. Aydelot," he said, gently patting Leigh's shoulder. "That's my wife," little Thaine said gravely.
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