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Let it be understood that Gloaming was two centuries old and that there was no fairer, prouder name in all Virginia than that which had been handed down to Colonel Cassady Gloame, the last of the race. The rambling old house that faced the river was known from one end of the state to the other, not only for its age, but for its hospitality.
"It used to be we had nothing but tobacco to smoke," said Godfrey Gloame, lighting a cigarette from a coal in the grate. "Will it make him ill?" asked Mrs. Gloame. "He has a very frail stomach." "I think the smoke will mix very nicely with his stomach," said Gates. "For want of something better to say, I'll ask you how you spent the summer."
The poor fellow killed himself, you doubtless know. I was never so shocked in my life as when I heard that he had committed such a brutal act." Mrs. Gloame was looking sadly, reminiscently into the fire and there was a trace of tears in her voice. "But, my dear madam, didn't he begin by slaying you?" exclaimed Gates in surprise.
He is a millionaire." "He must be a pretty old millionaire by this time, isn't he?" "Oh, poor papa has been dead for a hundred and one years." "Indeed? He isn't here, is he? I'm getting so I don't mind you in the least but I'd rather not meet any male er ghosts, if you please." Mrs. Godfrey Gloame laughed unrestrainedly. "Don't you know that we are nothing but spectral air?" she cried derisively.
"Be rational, Godfrey, for once in your life. It is beneath my dignity to respond to your insult," said Mrs. Gloame proudly. "Good for you, Mrs. Gloame," cried Garrison approvingly. "You would be a bully actress." "Sah, you insult my wife by that remark," roared Godfrey Gloame, and this time the sword was unsheathed. "Oh, I'm not afraid of you, old chap," said Gates bravely.
Gloame, I've heard all about your taking off and I am sure that you were a bit too hasty. You had no license to be jealous of your wife she assures me of it, and from what I've seen of her I'd be willing to believe anything she says." "Ah, too true, too true! I always was and always will be a fool. It was she who should have slain me.
"The strangest part of it is that I don't seem to mind," she said to herself, and that night she slept peacefully. Gloaming had been the home of the Gloames for two centuries at least. Late in the seventeenth century one of the forebears acquired the picturesque acres in Virginia and they have not been without a Gloame as master since that time.
"There is something deep in that observation. You spooks are " "'Spooks!" cried the Gloames, arising in deep resentment. "I mean shades," apologised Gates. "You do say " "Pardon me," interrupted Godfrey, nervously, "but can you tell me what time it is?" "Ten minutes after twelve, sir." "Oh, we must be going," cried Mrs. Gloame. "What's the rush?" demanded Gates.
"I may as well tell you that my husband drank terribly. It's all over the country anyhow, I hear." "The Gloame pedigree says that you drove him to it." "I know that is what the Gloames claim, but it is a shameless slander. My poor, dear husband has told me since that he was wrong and he would give all he has on earth to set me aright in that hateful old pedigree.
"If you touch another I shall despise you forever and forever," she cried firmly. "Take your choice, Godfrey Gloame." "It's plain that I am doomed to eternal punishment, whichever way you put it," mourned poor Godfrey. "Take away the glasses, Mr. Garrison. I'll no more of it if my wife so disposes." "Noble fellow," said Gates. "Have another cigarette!" "Stay!
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