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Twice a seedy man with a gnawed yellow mustache had come in to ask Eliphalet's whereabouts. On the second occasion this individual became importunate. "You don't know nothin' about him, you say?" he demanded. "No," said the Colonel. The man took a shuffle forward. "My name's Ford," he said. "I 'low I kin 'lighten you a little." "Good day, sir," said the Colonel.
But all at once a wagon backed and bumped against the curb in front of him, and Eliphalet's head dropped as if it had been struck by the wheel. Above him a sash screamed as it opened, and he heard Mr. Renault's voice say, to some person below: "Is that you, Capitaine Grant?" "The same," was the brief reply. "I am charmed that you have brought the wood. I thought that you had forgotten me."
When Eliphalet Duncan was about twenty he lost both of his parents. His father left him with enough money to give him a start, and a strong feeling of pride in his Scotch birth; you see there was a title in the family in Scotland, and although Eliphalet's father was the younger son of a younger son, yet he always remembered, and always bade his only son to remember, that his ancestry was noble.
He glanced at the girl in a way that made her vaguely uneasy. She turned from him, back toward the summer house. Eliphalet's eyes smouldered as they rested upon her figure. He took a step forward. "Miss Jinny?" he said. "Yes?" "I've heard considerable about the beauties of this place. Would you mind showing me 'round a bit?" Virginia started. It was his tone now.
To return to Eliphalet's arrival, a picture which has much that is interesting in it. Behold the friendless boy he stands in the prow of the great steamboat 'Louisiana' of a scorching summer morning, and looks with something of a nameless disquiet on the chocolate waters of the Mississippi. There have been other sights, since passing Louisville, which might have disgusted a Massachusetts lad more.
But he was an anomaly to the rest of the young men in the store, for those were days when political sentiments decided fervent loves or hatreds. In two days was Eliphalet's reputation for wisdom made. During that period he opened his mouth to speak but twice. The first was in answer to a pointless question of Mr. This was wholly satisfactory, and saved the owner of these sentiments a broken head.
"And his wife, your daughter-in-law, is one of the noblest women in the world!" interjected Archie, seeing that the Governor's arraignment was not without its effect on the odd, crumpled little figure. However, the mention of Mrs. Congdon instantly aroused Eliphalet's ire. "That woman ordered me out of her house a house I bought and paid for! She did her best to make my son hate me!
The heavy dining-room table which meant so much to the family went for a song to a young man recently come from Yankeeland, whose open boast it was like Eliphalet's secret one that he would one day grow rich enough to snap his fingers in the face of the Southern aristocrats. Mr. James was not there. But Mr.
No sooner was this firmly fixed in Eliphalet's mind than he saw his way out of the difficulty. The ghosts must be married! for then there would be no more interference, no more quarreling, no more manifestations and materializations, no more dark séances, with their raps and bells and tambourines and banjos. At first the ghosts would not hear of it.
The heavy dining-room table which meant so much to the family went for a song to a young man recently come from Yankeeland, whose open boast it was like Eliphalet's secret one that he would one day grow rich enough to snap his fingers in the face of the Southern aristocrats. Mr. James was not there. But Mr.
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