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There were certain pensioners, mostly undeserving, who knew old Mr. Bowdoin's hours better than he did himself. It was funny to see old McMurtagh elbow these aside as he sidelonged up the street. There was an old drunken longshoreman; and a wood-chopper who never chopped wood; and a retired choreman discharged for cause by Mr. Bowdoin's wife; and another shady party, suspected by Mr.
Bowdoin's penetration went behind that, or he might have gone off in a huff. As it was, he half suspected the truth, and forbore to question Jamie further. But it was harder still for the poor old clerk when he went home to Mercedes. For it was St. Clair who had sulked and refused to stay in Boston.
I stopped her week's money for losing her hat this morning, and she's got ahead of me and come down to get it of the governor." There was a sudden and mysterious silence in the inner room. James Bowdoin looked at Jamie, and noted again his expression. "What's the matter, Jamie? Have you anything to tell me?" "It's for Mr. Bowdoin's private ear, Mr. James," said Jamie testily.
"Ye'll be taking Mr. Bowdoin's money next." "If it weren't for the teller He's not a gentleman, and last week I was fool enough to tell him so. Did the teller find it out?" "I found it out my own sel'." "Then no one else knows it?" "Ye canna go back." "Then I'll tell Sadie it's all your fault," said David. Poor Jamie knocked his pipe against the doorstep and sighed. The other went upstairs.
Diana went to the old man's funeral with her mother; in a sort of tremble of spirits, looking forward to what she might possibly see or hear. But no one was there; no one in whom she had any interest; none of Mr. Bowdoin's grandchildren could make it convenient to come to his funeral.
But that is why De Soto made no draft upon the credit side of his account at the Old Colony Bank; and James Bowdoin's Sons continued to carry the deposit on their books "for the benefit of whom it may concern."
Bowdoin dumped the little girls over the railing upon a steep grass slope, down which they rolled with shrieks of laughter that must have been most damaging to Mrs. Bowdoin's nerves. Dolly and Mercedes followed after; and the old gentleman settled himself on a roomy cane chair, his feet on the rail of the back piazza, a huge spy-glass at his side, and the "Boston Daily Advertiser" in his hand.
"There, sir, there's the confounded box," tapping with his cane the old chest that lay on the top shelf. "I see, sir," said Mr. James, taking his cue. "And as for its contents, the firm of James Bowdoin's Sons are responsible. Perhaps you'd like to poke your nose in there?" "Oh no, sir," said Mr. James. And that chest was never opened by James Bowdoin or James Bowdoin's Sons.
"I thought, sir, you were both in need of it. But Jamie here has something to say to you." "What is it Jamie? No more trouble about that ship Maine Lady? D n the British collier tramps! and she as fine a clipper as ever left Bath Bay. Well, send her back in ballast; chessmen and India shawls, I suppose, as usual" "It's about Mercedes, sir." "Oh, ah!" Mr. Bowdoin's brow grew grave.
He drew the box down; the key still was on his bunch; he opened the chest. There the gold pieces lay in their canvas bag; no one had thought of them for almost twenty years. Now, as a thought struck him, he took down some old ledgers, ledgers of the old firm of James Bowdoin's Sons, that had been placed there for safe-keeping.
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