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The name and influence of our leadin' citizens would give tone and dignity to any subscription list. Think of this, suh!" and the colonel traced imaginary inscriptions on the back of Fitz's prospectus with his forefinger, voicing them as he went on: The Hon.
Nobody at Bar-hour's knows." "Does Miss Nancy know?" The colonel shook his head dubiously. Fitz's face suddenly lighted up as he started from his seat, and caught the colonel by the arm. "Does Chad?" "Chad! Yes, Chad might." Fitz nearly overturned his chair in his eagerness to reach the top ofthe kitchen stairs. "Come up here, Chad, quick as your legs can carry you two steps at a time!"
The son of a gardener at Chiswick, he first took to horticulture; then emigrated as a settler to the Cape, where he acquired his present complexion, which is of a grass-green; and finally served as a steward on board an Australian steam-packet. Thinking to draw consolation from his professional experiences, I heard Fitz's voice, now very weak, say in a tone of coaxing cheerfulness,
The experienced eye of the Englishman took in the lay of the land at a glance, and beckoning Fitz to one side he stooped and picked something from the ground which he examined carefully with a magnifying glass. Then they both disappeared hurriedly over the hill. When they returned, half an hour later, the perspiration was rolling from the agent, and Fitz's eyes were blazing.
My next thought, how seldom is the adage true which says "that second thoughts are best," was upon my luckless wager; for, even supposing that Fitzgerald should follow me in the other chaise, yet as I had the start of him, if I could only pass muster for half an hour, I might secure the fee, and evacuate the territory; besides that there was a great chance of Fitz's having gone on my errand, while I was journeying on his, in which case I should be safe from interruption.
I didn't think Cousin Fitz would be so stuck up, just because his father's made some money. Good-mornin'!" "Three cheers for Fitz's cousin!" shouted Tom. They were given with a will, and Mr. Bickford made acknowledgment by a nod and a grin. "Remember me to your mother when you write, Cousin Fitz," he said at parting. Fitz was too angry to reply.
One night the rabbins attempted to take away their bibles and other books, but they received a hint of their intention, and sent the books to Fitz's house. One of them, a servant girl, as soon as she heard that some Christian friends were come into the town, went to Fitz's, and took up one of the books we had given him. She read a little in it hastily, put it in her bosom, and ran home.
The owner, without a change of expression, coiled up the rope halter and started slowly and implacably for the gate; the friend took off his hat with wounded dignity. Every gesture implied that the whole transaction was buried in an irrevocable past. Fanny Fitz's eyes followed the party as they silently left the yard, the filly stalking dutifully with a long and springy step beside her master.
No one happened to be looking at her except Cipriani de Lloseta, and he saw that not only had she written the celebrated articles, but that she loved Fitz. Fitz's opinion was the only one worth hearing. In her anxiety to hear it, she quite forgot to guard her secret. "Yes," answered Fitz, wondering what De Lloseta was leading up to. "I have read them both, of course. I hope there are more.
Loosened from Fitz's pinioning grasp, the colonel, entirely oblivious to his friend's sudden interest in the coal-field, and slightly impatient at the delay, bounded like a balloon with its anchors cut. "An answer from the syndicate within a week! My dear Fitz, I see yo' drift. You have kept the Garden Spots for the foreign investors. That man is impressed, suh; I saw it in his eye."
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