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Virginia did look at him, sending him the same radiant glance. "But I've many 'lovelies' left," she said quickly; "it's my favourite word." "A most appropriate taste," faltered Diggs, from his chair beneath the hall clock. Champe descended the staircase with a bound. "What do I hear?" he exclaimed. "Has the oyster opened his mouth and brought forth a compliment?"
Having settled that during the War for the Union there has not been half enough of "spying," on the side of right, and having before us not only the examples of John Champe and Nathan Hale, beloved of Washington, but of the two estimable young men not long emerged from under the area steps in 5 Street, let us dismiss the contempt with which we have been wont to regard Paul Pry and Betty the housemaid, listening at key-holes, in our favorite dramas, and look mercifully upon the peccadilloes of Miss Josephine Harris.
"Gather your beauties while you may, for I prefer bull pups. Did Batt Horsford tell you I'd offered him twenty-five dollars for that one of his?" Champe picked up the letter and unfolded it slowly. He was a tall, slender young fellow, with curling pale brown hair and fine straight features.
Champe stared for an instant into the inflamed face of the old gentleman, and then his cheery smile broke out. "That settles it, uncle," he said soothingly. "It's to be a war of two weeks, and I'll come home a Major-general before the holidays."
Into this alley he meant to have conveyed his prisoner, aided by his companions, one of two associates who had been introduced by the friend to whom Champe had been originally made known by letter from the commander-in-chief, and with whose aid and counsel he had so far conducted the enterprise.
"You bet I couldn't," cried Dan, firing up; but Champe was reading the letter, and a faint flush had risen to his face. "The girl is like a spray of golden-rod in the sunshine," wrote the Major, with his old-fashioned rhetoric. "What is it he says, eh?" asked Dan, noting the flush and drawing his conclusions. "He says that Aunt Molly and himself will meet us at the White Sulphur next summer."
"Oh, I'll come, I'll come," returned the Major, hurrying up the steps, and adding as he entered the dining room, "My child, if you'd only take a fancy to Champe, I'd be the happiest man on earth." "Now I shan't allow any matchmaking on Sunday," said Betty, warningly, as she prepared Mrs. Lightfoot's breakfast. "Sit down and carve the chicken while I run upstairs with this."
"I got a lukewarm supper and a cold breakfast," replied the Major irritably, "and I heard that the Marines had those Kansas raiders entrapped like rats in the arsenal, if that is what you mean." "No, I wasn't thinking of that," replied Champe, as quietly as before. "I came home to find out about Dan, you know, and I hoped you went into town to look him up."
It was his custom to tear up to this house a dozen times a week, on his father's old horse or afoot; he was wont to yell for Champe as he approached, and quarrel joyously with her while he performed such errand as he had come upon; but he was gagged and hamstrung now by the hypnotism of Abner's scheme.
"The Arcades are very nice, and the maples on the lawn remind me of those at Uplands, only they aren't nearly so fine. My room is rather small, but Big Abel keeps everything put away, so I manage to get along. Champe sleeps next to me, and we are always shouting through the wall for Big Abel. I tell you, he has to step lively now. "The night after we came, we went to supper at Professor Ball's.
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