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It is a question of dates, letters, and of your possession of evidence in the direction of repeated admissions on the part of the Welsh holders." My Aunt Gainor was at once confident. Search should be made. She had some remembrance in her childhood of this and that. In fact, my aunt never admitted the existence of obstacles, and commonly refused to see them. Mr. Wilson shook his head dubiously.
"I am glad to answer," I said. "It seems to me my duty to be with the army; my friends have gone, and now Graydon, the last to leave, has also gone. I fancy people smiling to see me still at home I who am so positive, so outspoken. But here is my father, with whom if I go I break for life, and here is my Aunt Gainor, who bursts into tears if I do but mention my wish to leave her."
We are petty Welsh squires, in a decaying old house, with no money, and altogether small folk. I should like to change places with you." "And yet I regret it," said I. My Aunt Gainor had filled me full of the pride of race. I spoke as we approached the group about my aunt, and I saw his face take an expression which struck me.
Master Arthur is to have the deed if ever it be found, and with your father's and your grandfather's methodical ways, that is pretty sure to happen." "I do not care much, Aunt Gainor, except that " "I know," she cried; "anybody else might have it, but not Arthur." "Yes; unless Darthea " "I understand, sir; and now I see it all. The elder brother will die.
And if all this is leading up to a gunplay, by God, gents, the minute a gun comes into my hand I shoot to kill, mark you that, and don't you never forget it!" Mr. Gainor had remained with his hand raised during this outbreak. Now he turned to Terry. "You have heard?" he said. "I think the sheriff is going quite a way toward you, Mr. Colby." "Hollis!" gasped Terry. "Hollis is the name, sir!"
Gainor stiffened a little and the tuft of beard which ran down to a point on his chin quivered and jutted out. The sheriff seemed to feel nothing more than a mild surprise and curiosity. And the three went silently, side by side, under the spruce. They were glorious trees, strong of trunk and nobly proportioned. Their tops were silver-bright in the sunshine.
Except for Jack, and my Aunt Gainor, and Wilson and Wetherill, of whom I saw much, I should have been miserable indeed. Captain Wynne still came and went, and his strange intimacy with my father continued.
"Shall it be a smithy?" said my father. "Oh, what you like. The Wynnes are well down in the world trade, horseshoeing. Good evening." "Gainor! Gainor!" cried my mother; but she was gone in wrath, and out of the house. "Thou wilt leave the academy. I have already arranged with Lowry, in South street, to take thee. Three months should answer."
These letters I have come upon put a new face on the matter. I have not yet read all of them. But among them are letters to your grandfather of great importance." I was vexed as I have rarely been. "I never doubted, Aunt Gainor, that in my grandfather's life some acknowledgments may have passed; but it is the long lapse of time covered by my father's life which will fail as to evidence."
At last I took a lantern and went upstairs. The china gods and beasts were all put away, the silver tankards and plate removed, the rugs gone. My good Whig aunt had done her best to make her despotic boarders no more comfortable than she could help. All was neglect, dust, and dirt; pipes and empty bottles lay about, and a smell of stale tobacco smoke was in the air. Poor Aunt Gainor!
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