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The Monitor has long foreseen this necessary crisis, although the blind multitude would not believe us, and we are both glad and proud to say that we have had our modest little share in forcing it." The candidate sent for Harley the next noon, and when the correspondent entered the state-room set aside for his use, he saw that Mr. Grayson's face was grave.
Moore," he exclaimed, in stirring appeal, "this is a crisis for us, and you must save us. You have eaten with us, and you have lived with us, and you cannot desert us now. We have all heard that you are a great operator, the greatest in the West. You must send Mr. Grayson's speech. What a triumph it will be for you to send his speech and then get upon this stage and demolish it afterwards!"
Harley felt no abatement of interest. "That is just the point," said Mr. Goodnight, "and so we have come West. We felt that we must act." Harley expected to see a flame of wrath appear on Jimmy Grayson's face, but the candidate was unmoved. "Of course you know what would happen if you were to declare for reduction," said Mr. Goodnight.
Peter was up and dressed when Miss Felicia arrived, despite the early hour. Indeed that gay cavalier was the first to help the dear lady off with her travelling cloak and bonnet, Mrs. McGuffey folding her veil, smoothing out her gloves and laying them all upon the bed in the adjoining room the one she kept in prime order for Miss Grayson's use.
And Horace himself had come to look upon his early marriage as a piece of boyish folly, of which he was rather ashamed; and so constantly had Mr. Dinsmore spoken in his letters of Elsie as "old Grayson's grandchild," that he had got into the habit of looking upon her as a kind of disgrace to him; especially as she had always been described to him as a disagreeable, troublesome child.
Harley flushed at his patronizing tone, and for a moment he was tempted to thrust him out of his way and proceed with his errand to Jimmy Grayson's room, but he reflected that it was better to let the committeeman make the rope for his own hanging, and he turned away with a quiet, "Very well, I shall forego the interview."
We rode through tremulous, shining leaves Grayson's horse choosing a way for himself and, threshing through a patch of high, strong weeds, we circled past an amphitheatre of deadened trees whose crooked arms were tossed out into the moonlight, and halted on the spur.
Moreover, he was always clear and direct, he had a Greek precision of speech, and there was none in the audience who could not follow him. Harley, no orator himself, had in the course of his profession heard much oratory, some good, much bad, and even now he struggled against the charm of Grayson's voice and manner, and sought to see what lay behind them.
"I soon struck the familiar footpath and set forth at a brisk pace to catch the late train from Gravesend. It was a long walk and a pleasant one, though the bag was uncomfortably heavy. I thought, with grim amusement, of Grayson's gang of footpads. It would be a quaint situation if I encountered some of them and was robbed of my bag.
Grayson's friend, come to help that boy out of his trouble, you you remember, you who have nothing to do with it you turn up your nose and stop it all. Are you not ashamed of yourself?" Jack's eyes blazed. He was not accustomed to be spoken to in that way by anybody; certainly not by a tailor. "Then give them to Uncle Peter," Jack flung back. "See what he will say."
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