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He might have been in the Senate, or on the Supreme Bench, had he not stirred up so much hatred. And yet I can't help liking Whipple. Do you know him?" A resounding ring of the door-bell cut off Stephen's reply, and Mrs. Cluyme's small talk to Mrs. Brice. In the hall rumbled a familiar voice, and in stalked none other than Judge Whipple himself.
They say that he never calls in the daytime, and rarely in the evening. What did he say?" "He said that some of this Boston nonsense must be gotten out of you," answered Mrs. Brice, laughing. "He said that you were too stiff. That you needed to rub against the plain men who were building up the West. Who were making a vast world-power of the original little confederation of thirteen states.
"Because Silas Whipple was some kin to Appleton Brice, and he has offered the boy a place in his law office." Miss Reed laid down her knitting. "Save us!" she said. "This is a day of wonders, Mirandy. Now Lord help the boy if he's gain' to work for the Judge." "The Judge has a soft heart, if he is crabbed," declared the spinster. "I've heard say of a good bit of charity he's done.
"Good!" muttered Brice, stooping to pat the frantically delighted collie. "If he was drowsing there, it's a sign no intruders have tried to get into the house yet. He's been here a day. And that's long enough for a dog like Bobby to learn the step and the scent of the people who have a right here and to resent any one who doesn't belong. Now, what's the shortest way to the main road?"
She colored a little, and smiled at that, but the next moment she was sitting forward, tense and questioning again. "If that is true, Mrs. Pitman," she said, "who was the veiled woman he met that Monday morning at daylight, and took across the bridge to Pittsburgh? I believe it was Jennie Brice. If it was not, who was it?" "I don't believe he took any woman across the bridge at that hour.
I can tell you further that it's supposed to be one that Lord Seastoke gave two hundred and fifty pounds for at the Brice sale in '94." "It seems to me that you can tell me more about it than I can tell you," remarked Mr. Baxter. "What is it that you really want to know?" "I want to know," replied Mr. Carlyle, "whether it is genuine or not." "Has any doubt been cast upon it?"
The bell rang, and Stephen went to the door. He was startled to see Mr. Brinsmade. That gentleman was suddenly aged, and his clothes were wet and spattered with mud. He sank into a chair, but refused the spirits and water which Mrs. Brice offered him in her alarm. "Stephen," he said, "I have been searching the city for John. Did you see him at Camp Jackson was he hurt?"
The mother never spoke of her son, but a light would come into her eyes at this praise of him which thrilled Virginia to see. And when the good lady was gone, and the Judge had fallen into slumber, it would still haunt her. Was it out of consideration for her that Mrs. Brice would turn the Judge from this topic which he seemed to love best?
Save us," exclaimed Mrs. Reed, "but she was stiff as starched crepe. His father was minister to France. The Brices were in the India trade, and they had money enough to buy the whole of St. Louis." Miss Crane rattled the letter in her hand. She brought forth her reserves. "Yes, and Appleton Brice lost it all, in the panic. And then he died, and left the widow and son without a cent." Mrs.
Brice," said Mr. Hopper, his glance caught by the indefinable in Stephen's costume. This would have puzzled Mr. Hopper's tailor more. "Very well, thanks." "A fine day after the rain." Stephen nodded, and Mr. Hopper entered the hours after him. "Be you asked to Virginia Carvel's party?" he asked abruptly. "I do not know Miss Carvel," said Stephen, wondering how well the other did.
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