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He had a white mustache, and a goatee, and white hair under his black felt hat. His face was long, his nose straight, and the sweetness of its smile had a strange effect upon Eliphalet, who stood on one foot. "Well, sonny, scared of mules, are you?" The speech is a stately drawl very different from the nasal twang of Eliphalet's bringing up. "Reckon you don't come from anywhere round here?"
It is safe to affirm that Colonel Carvel forgot his new hand as soon as he had turned him over to Mr. Hood, the manager. As for Mr. Hopper, he was content. We can ill afford to dissect motives. Genius is willing to lay the foundations of her structure unobserved. At first it was Mr. Barbo alone who perceived Eliphalet's greatness, Mr.
"Who's this?" "A young Yankee you landed here this morning, Lige," said the Colonel. "What do you think of him?" "Humph!" exclaimed the Captain. "He has no friends in town, and he is looking for employment. Isn't that so, sonny?" asked the Colonels kindly. "Yes." "Come, Lige, would you take him?" said Mr. Carvel. The young Captain looked into Eliphalet's face.
Virginia stopped before him. "Pa," she said, "is it true that you have borrowed money from this man?" Eliphalet had seen Mr. Carvel angry once, and his soul had quivered. Terror, abject terror, seized him now, so that his knees smote together. As well stare into the sun as into the Colonel's face. In one stride he had a hand in the collar of Eliphalet's new coat, the other pointing down the path.
Some invisible force lifted Eliphalet's eyes to the upper deck, where they rested, as if by appointment, on the trim figure of the young man in command of the Louisiana. He was very young for the captain of a large New Orleans packet. When his lips moved, something happened. Once he raised his voice, and a negro stevedore rushed frantically aft, as if he had received the end of a lightning-bolt.
"In one way or another we are all seekers of buried treasure," remarked the Governor sententiously. His story had cleared the air, giving, as Archie reflected, a fresh illustration of the power of romance to soften the harshness of even so realistic a situation as confronted the tug's passengers. Eliphalet's imagination had been stirred, and he asked many questions about the treasure.
Hopper," he said, "in spite of what you say, I expect you are dust as eager as I am to see what is going on. You've taken an early start this morning for sightseeing." Eliphalet's equanimity was far from shaken. "I don't cal'late to take a great deal of stock in the military," he answered. "But business is business. And a man must keep an eye on what is moving." Mr.
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.
A vision arose of a man beside whom Eliphalet was not worthy to crawl. She thought of Stephen as he had stood that evening in the sunset, and this proposal seemed a degradation. This brute dared to tempt her with money. Scalding words rose to her lips. But she caught the look on Eliphalet's face, and she knew that he would not understand.
Hopper," he said, "in spite of what you say, I expect you are dust as eager as I am to see what is going on. You've taken an early start this morning for sightseeing." Eliphalet's equanimity was far from shaken. "I don't cal'late to take a great deal of stock in the military," he answered. "But business is business. And a man must keep an eye on what is moving." Mr.
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