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Bangs replied with a vigorous nod, showing that Captain Cy's example had had its effect, in that they no longer stood in such awe of their representative at Washington. However true Asaph's calculation might have been, Mr. Atkins made no mention of politics. He was urbanity itself.
It was to be, as near as possible, a reproduction of what it had been in the time of the late "Cap'n Cy," young Cy's father. "I think he's out of his head," declared Miss Phinney, in confidence, to each of the nine females whom she favored with her calls. "Not crazy, you understand, but sort of touched in the upper story.
The clerk waved a deprecatory hand in Captain Cy's direction. The newcomer turned. "My name is Everdean," he said. "Are you hey? Great Scott! Is it possible this is Captain Whittaker?" The captain was immensely pleased. "Well, I declare, Ed!" he exclaimed. "I didn't believe you'd remember me after all these years. You was nothin' but a boy when I saw you out in 'Frisco. Well! well!
I ain't runnin' an orphan asylum. No, sir! I'll keep the young one a day or so or maybe a week and then I'll pack her off to Betsy Howes. I ain't so soft as they think I am. I'LL show 'em!" Mr. Tidditt looked thoughtful. "She's a kind of cute little girl, ain't she?" he observed. Captain Cy's frown vanished and a smile took its place. "That's so," he chuckled. "She is, now that's a fact!
Only a discoloration of one eye showed where Captain Cy's blow had left its mark. He stepped upon the platform beside the congressman. The latter laid a hand upon his shoulder. "Gentlemen and friends," said Heman, "my name has been brought into this controversy, by Mr. Simpson directly, and in insinuation by er another. Therefore it is my right to make my position clear. Mr.
He was an iconoclast, seldom went to church, and was entirely lacking in reverence. Also he really liked the captain. "Ho, ho!" he crowed. "Whit, do you realize that you're underminin' this town's constitution? Oh, sartin, I'm with you, if it's only to see the fur fly! I do love a scrap." With Lem Myrick Captain Cy's policy was different.
The trunk was unloaded from the wagon and carried into the bedroom on the first floor, the room which had been Captain Cy's so long ago. Gabe shrieked at Dan'l Webster, and the depot wagon crawled away toward the upper road. "Got to meet the up train," grumbled the driver. "Not that anybody ever comes on it, but I cal'late I'm s'posed to be there. Be more talk than a little if I wan't.
She isn't of age! No, sir! her father " Captain Cy's patience had been giving way. Now he lost it altogether. He strode across the room and shook his forefinger in his victim's face. "So!" he cried. "That's your tack, is it? By the big dipper! You GO to her father just you go to him and tell him! Just hint to him that you owe his daughter thirty-odd thousand dollars, and see what he'll do.
Monday morning after breakfast Captain Cy's trunk was put aboard the depot wagon, and Dan'l Webster drew it to its owner's home. The farewells at the perfect boarding house were affecting. Mrs. Tripp said that she had spoken to the Reverend Mr. Daniels, and he would be sure to call the very first thing. Keturah affirmed that the captain's stay had been a real pleasure.
"Well," he said reflectively, after listening to Captain Cy's brief statement of his candidacy, "I cal'late I'll stand in with you, Cy. I ain't got anything against 'Lonzo, but but well, consarn it! maybe that's the trouble. Maybe he's so darned good it makes me jealous. Anyhow, I'll do what I can for you." Joe Dimick laughed aloud.
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