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By the way, Stephen Atterbury always had such a respect for your father's opinions " "My father was not an Abolitionist, sir," said Stephen, smiling. "Quite right, quite right," said Mr. Cluyme. "But I am not sure, since I have come here, that I have not some sympathy and respect for the Abolitionists." Mr. Cluyme gave a perceptible start.
A new name being necessary, they called themselves Constitutional Unionists Senator Bell was their candidate, and they proposed to give the Nation soothing-syrup. So said Judge Whipple, with a grunt of contempt, to Mr. Cluyme, who was then a prominent Constitutional Unionist. Other and most estimable gentlemen were also Constitutional Unionists, notably Mr. Calvin Brinsmade.
'My dear fellow, he cried, 'how long are you to be in town? I was going the next day. 'Sorry I can't ask you to dinner, says he, but step into the Tremont House and have a bite. Wasn't that like Atterbury?" Stephen thought it was. But Mr. Cluyme was evidently expecting no answer.
Cluyme, who was in dry goods himself, was as ignorant when he left Eliphalet as when he met him. But he had a greater respect than ever for the shrewdness of the business manager of Carvel & Company.
And his mother smiled a little, too. "Are you Mr. Whipple?" she asked. "I am, madam," was the reply. "My slave is upstairs, I believe, unpacking my trunks," said Mrs. Brice. Mr. and Mrs. Cluyme exchanged a glance of consternation. Then Mrs. Cluyme sat down again, rather heavily, as though her legs had refused to hold her. "Well, well, ma'am!" The Judge looked again at Mrs.
"What!" he cried to Stephen. "You own a slave? You, a mere boy, have bought a negress?" "And what is more, sir, I approve of it," the Judge put in, severely. "I am going to take the young man into my office." Mr. Cluyme gradually retired into the back of his chair, looking at Mr. Whipple as though he expected him to touch a match to the window curtains. But Mr. Cluyme was elastic.
Stephen had suspected Eliphalet of subordinating principles to business gain, and hence the conversation with Mr. Cluyme had given him no shock in the way of a revelation, But if Hopper were a rogue, ought not Colonel Carvel to hear it? Ought not he, Stephen Brice, to ask this man with the cigar what he knew, and tell Judge Whipple?
By the way, Stephen Atterbury always had such a respect for your father's opinions " "My father was not an Abolitionist, sir," said Stephen, smiling. "Quite right, quite right," said Mr. Cluyme. "But I am not sure, since I have come here, that I have not some sympathy and respect for the Abolitionists." Mr. Cluyme gave a perceptible start.
Her father owned a "peerage," and had been abroad likewise. He made no such bull as the Colonel. And while the celebrated conversation of which we have spoken was in progress, Mr. Cluyme stood back and blushed for his countryman, and smiled apologetically at the few gentlemen of the royal suite who glanced his way.
Jacob Cluyme usually bought stocks before a rise. There was only one person who really bothered Eliphalet as he rose into prominence, and that person was Captain Elijah Brent. If, upon entering the ground-glass office, he found Eliphalet without the Colonel, Captain Lige would walk out again just as if the office were empty. The inquiries he made were addressed always to Ephum. Once, when Mr.
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