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"I hope not, for my guests will be impatient to see a real live American ex-governor. Quincy's political advancement has been very rapid." "America is a rapid country, my dear," was Sir Stuart's comment. When Lady Fernborough reached her boudoir, she seated herself at her writing desk and wrote rapidly for nearly an hour.
Oh, Alice, won't you stay all night? When are you going on your vacation, Quincy?" "In about ten days, if the legislature is prorogued by that time." "Where are you going?" asked his mother. "Alice wishes to go to Fernborough for a week or two, and then we shall go to Nantucket." "Will the Earl and Sir Stuart pay us a visit?" was the next question.
On their way to Fernborough that evening, Quincy and Tom decided it would be best not to mention the real object of their going to Europe, so Mr. Chripp thought it was only a pleasure trip. He did not object to his son going, but he made one condition, that Tom should visit the village in old England in which he was born and bring him back a picture of the little thatched cottage in which Mr.
The home coming to Fernborough Hall was a sad contrast to the pleasure of the evening before. They found Aunt Ella in bed with two doctors in attendance. Though weak, and failing fast there was no diminution of her mental powers. She expressed a wish to see Quincy alone. "Quincy, your wife's faith has made a new woman of me.
Lady Fernborough more than kept her promise, for in her letter she told the Countess Florence's unhappy love story besides asking for information about the Hornaby family. Linda's reply was a revelation. "I was very sorry to hear that Quincy's sister has been so unfortunate in her love affair, and astonished to find that Captain Hornaby is the cause of it.
My father is, or rather was, a detective for seventeen years in Boston, but our present abiding place is the town of Fernborough. In the city he often used to tell me of the cases on which he was working, and I would try to solve them with him.
He wanted to know where I lived, an' when I told him I lived in Fernborough, that used to be a part of Eastborough, he jest piled me full of questions. I told him all I knew " "An' added a little something" broke in Strout. "No, I jest stuck close to the truth. He wanted to know about Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer. I told him he was dead, but he said he wanted to know about him when he lived here.
"That's what I've been telling you about it for. You've a good knack of disposing of your own and other folks' money, and I thought you could help me out." Quincy did not speak for some time. Finally he said, "Uncle Ike, the Town Hall in Fernborough is but one mile from the centre of the city of Cottonton. That city is peopled, principally, with low-paid cotton mill operatives.
"Do these things, and you will make Fernborough a worthy member of that galaxy of communities which represents the civic virtues and possibilities in the highest degree our New England towns, in which the government is by the people, of the people, and for the people, and may God grant that these bulwarks of our freedom may ever be preserved."
Leave your trunk at station. Something important. As they were leaving the office Quincy met Tobias Smith, father of Abbott and Ellis Smith, and Wallace Stackpole. "Glad to see you, Guv'nor," said 'Bias. "You remember Mr. Stackpole that we gave Strout's job of tax-collector to he's held it ever since. We're mighty glad Strout lives in Fernborough.
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