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A fresh band strikes up "Hail Columbia," and the four horses prance away, followed closely by the "Independent Broom Rangers." "The shouts for Douglas," remarked a keen observer who was present, "must have penetrated Abraham's bosom at Springfield." Mr. Jacob Cluyme, who had been a Bell and Everett man until that day, was not the only person of prominence converted.
Cluyme as lusty a respect as he was capable of. "I don't know," said Eliphalet; "but I cal'late she's got stouter." "What do you mean by that?" Miss Belle demanded. "That Union principles must be healthy," said he, and laughed. Miss Cluyme was prevented from following up this enigma. The appearance of two people on Davis Avenue drove the veiled lady from her mind. Eliphalet, too, had seen them.
He rubbed the red spat on his nose, and pointed a bony finger at Mr. Cluyme. Many a criminal had grovelled before that finger. "I, too, am for the Union. And the Union will never be safe until the greatest crime of modern times is wiped out in blood. Mind what I say, Mr. Cluyme, in blood, sir," he thundered. Poor Mrs. Cluyme gasped. "But the slave, sir? Did I not understand you to approve of Mr.
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.
So likewise was Miss Belle Cluyme among those honored and approved. But Virginia wore the most beautiful of her Paris gowns, and seemed a princess to one watching from the gallery. Stephen was sure that his Royal Highness made that particular dance longer than the others. It was decidedly longer than the one he had with Miss Cluyme, although that young lady had declared she was in heaven.
Cluyme as lusty a respect as he was capable of. "I don't know," said Eliphalet; "but I cal'late she's got stouter." "What do you mean by that?" Miss Belle demanded. "That Union principles must be healthy," said he, and laughed. Miss Cluyme was prevented from following up this enigma. The appearance of two people on Davis Avenue drove the veiled lady from her mind. Eliphalet, too, had seen them.
Stephen could not resist saying, "Judge Whipple does not seem to have tempered himself, sir." "Silas Whipple is a fanatic, sir," cried Mr. Cluyme. "His hand is against every man's. He denounces Douglas on the slightest excuse, and would go to Washington when Congress opens to fight with Stephens and Toombs and Davis. But what good does it do him?
He had never laid eyes upon her, and as he walked hither from his house he seemed to foresee a helpless little woman who, once he had called, would fling her Boston pride to the winds and dump her woes upon him. He looked again, and decidedly approved of Mrs. Brice, and was unaware that his glance embarrassed her. "Mr. Whipple," she said, "do you know Mr. and Mrs. Cluyme?"
Without noticing the other occupants of the parlor he strode up to Mrs. Brice, looked at her for an instant from under the grizzled brows, and held out his large hand. "Pray, ma'am," he said, "what have you done with your slave?" Mrs. Cluyme emitted a muffled shriek, like that of a person frightened in a dream. Her husband grasped the curved back of his chair. But Stephen smiled.
"I did not say he was wonderful," replied Anne, with dignity. "But you girls think him so. Emily and Eugenie and Maude. He had better marry Belle Cluyme. A great man, he may give some decision to that family. Anne!" "Yes." "Shall I tell you a secret?" "Yes," said Anne. She was human, and she was feminine. "Then Virginia Carvel is in love with him." "With Mr. Brice!" cried astonished Anne.
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