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When Middleton departed, it was a few minutes past twelve, so that Champe had the start of his pursuers by little more than an hour. Lee was very anxious, and passed a sleepless night. The pursuing party were, on their part, occasionally delayed by the necessary halts to examine the road, as the impressions of the horse's shoes directed the course.
"Betty sent you a message, by the way," pursued Champe, looking through the window. "It was something about coming home; she says you are to come home now or when you will." He rose and took up his hat and riding-whip. "Or when I will," said Dan, rising also. "Tell her no, don't tell her anything what's the use?"
He reflected with satisfaction that there were two Claiborne girls, and though Alicia was so stiff and prim that no boy would ever think of calling on her, there was still the hope that she might draw Ross's fire, and leave him, Abner, to make the numerous remarks he had stored up in his mind from Hints and Helps to Young Men in Social and Business Relations to Champe alone. Mrs.
"I have to force her to eat," she replied, "and it seems almost cruel she is so tired of life." "I know, my dear," responded the old lady, wiping her eyes; "and we have our troubles, too. Champe is in prison now, and Mr. Lightfoot is very much upset. He says this General Grant is not like the others, that he knows him and he's the kind to hang on as long as he's alive."
"I've gotten a good deal out of Champe," he confessed, "but I like to hear it again I like to hear it. Why, it takes me back forty years, and makes me younger." And when Champe came in from his ride, he found the old gentleman upon the hearth-rug, his white hair tossing over his brow, as he recited from Mr. Addison with the zest of a schoolboy of a hundred years ago. "Hello, Beau!
"If Cady dodges, it ain't any business of mine. There are no porches in my book. Just walk across it like anybody. We'll ask for Miss Champe Claiborne." "We haven't got any cards," discovered Ross, with hope. "I have," announced Abner, pompously. "I had some struck off in Chicago. I ordered 'em by mail. They got my name Pillow, but there's a scalloped gilt border around it.
It is what I have to expect, I suppose, and I may as well accustom my ears to profanity; but damn you, sir, you must learn some decency;" and going into the hall he shouted to Congo to bring him a julep. Champe said nothing more; and when the julep appeared on a silver tray, he left the room and went upstairs to where Betty was waiting.
"A week ago I rode to the grave of Mr. Jefferson, as I promised you, but I couldn't carry the wreath for grandma because it would have looked silly Champe said so. However, I made Big Abel get down and pull a few flowers on the way. "You know, I had always thought that only gentlemen came to the University, but whom do you think I met the first evening? why, the son of old Rainy-day Jones.
"The old gentleman has had his temper touched, as, I dare say, you're aware, and, as ill-luck would have it, he saw you on the stagecoach this morning. My dear Beau, you ought to have crawled under the box." "Nonsense!" protested Dan, "it's no concern of his." He turned his flushed boyish face angrily away. Champe looked at him steadily with a twinkle in his eyes.
The Major, Champe, even their Great-aunt Emmeline have those same gray eyes that are always laughing." "Jane Lightfoot had them, too," added Mrs. Ambler. "She used to say that to love hard went with them. 'The Lightfoot eyes are never disillusioned, she once told me. I wonder if she remembered that afterwards, poor girl." Betty was silent for a moment.
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