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"You keep still till I finish," she commanded him, her faded eyes sending forth something from behind her glasses that resembled blue lightning; "I say she's at the bottom of this as she's been at the bottom of everything else in Flamsted. She'll never have a penny of my money, that was Louis Champney's, to clear either herself or her state's-prison brat!
She wanted to sit there a while in the shade, to think things out with herself if possible. What did this mean this strange feeling of timidity? The course of her life was not wholly smooth. It was inevitable that two natures like hers and Mrs. Champney's should clash at times, and the impact was apt to be none of the softest.
Here his thought was checked; those ancestors were his, only in a generation far removed; the Champney blood was in his mother's veins. But his father was Almeda Champney's only brother why then, should not his mother count on the estate being his in the end? He knew this to have been her hope, although she had never expressed it.
It was perhaps five months after his return that she was sitting one afternoon in Mrs. Champney's room, in attendance on her while the regular nurse was out for two hours. There had been no conversation between them for nearly the full time, when Mrs.
"You forget," he said smilingly, "that I'm still a stranger and knew little of the local gossip; and if I did know it, I am afraid we didn't bargain to buy up with the LAND Mr. Champney's personal interest in the LANDLADY."
One of these sparks beyond the fence, although alternately glowing and paling, was still so persistent and stationary that Courtland leaned forward to watch it more closely, at which it disappeared, and a voice from the street said: "Is that you, Courtland?" "Yes. Come in, won't you?" The voice was Champney's, and the light was from his cigar.
It was true that she had forbidden him to openly enter the lists with her admirers, but Champney's innocent assumption of his indifference to her and his consequent half confidences added poignancy to his story. There seemed to be only one way to extricate himself, and that was by a quarrel.
"To be sure, to be sure, Champney; and you might take out Mis' Champney's; Tave can't leave the hosses." "All right." He went out on the veranda to see if the Champ-au-Haut carriage was in sight. A moment later, when it drove up, he was at the door to open it. "Here I am, Aunt Meda. Will this hold two and all those bundles?" "Why, Champney, you here? Come in."
Never, in my wildest dreams, my dear boy, have I thought to see such a consummation of my long-cherished hopes." It was always one of Champney's prime youthful joys to urge the Colonel, by judiciously applied excitants, to a greater flowering of eloquence; so, now, as an inducement he wrung his neighbor's hand and thanked him warmly for his timely recognition of the new Flamsted about to be.
But they were not, and the long reverberating crash of thunder which followed prevented any audible reply from Courtland, and covered his agitation. For without fully accepting Champney's conclusions he was cruelly shocked at the young man's utterance of them.
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