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"There are sea-port crammers who stuff young fellows for examination, and we shall have to pack off the boy at once to the best one of the lot we can find. I would rather have had him under me up to the last three months, and have made sure of some roots to what is knocked into his head. But he's ruined here. And I am going. So I shall not trouble him for many weeks longer. Dr. Middleton is well?"
He had not watched him for weeks without learning divers of his idiosyncrasies. "If he thought I wanted to know what he thinks I'd a heap rather NOT know, he'd never tell me," he speculated. "If he gets a bit hot in the collar, he may let it out. Thing is to stir him up. He's lost his nerve a bit, and he'll get mad pretty easy."
And over head, in the cabin, sat fathers and mothers, husbands and wives; and merry, dancing children moved round among them, like so many little butterflies, and everything was going on quite easy and comfortable. "O, mamma," said a boy, who had just come up from below, "there's a negro trader on board, and he's brought four or five slaves down there."
"What can we do here nearly two hundred miles away from him?" "We might get word to some police or lake patrol that'll go and take him off," Hal suggested. "He's a Canadian," objected Cub. "Didn't you get his Canadian call? We'd have the time of our life getting a Government station to pay any attention to us hams. But listen, somebody's calling him."
'A gen'leman as lives near here, responded 'Arry. 'He writes for the newspapers. His name's Keene. 'Oh? And how came you to know him? 'Met him, was the airy reply. 'And you've brought him here? 'Well, he's been here once. 'He said as he wanted to know you, Dick, put in Mrs. Mutimer. 'He was really a civil-spoken man, and he gave 'Arry a lot of help with his books. 'When was he here?
'That's just what I think it would be. Well, we must talk about it again. By-the-by, I've just had to send a fellow about his business. 'To discharge a man? Adela asked, with pain. 'Yes. It's that man Rendal; I was talking about him the other day, you remember. He's been getting drunk; I'll warrant it's not the first time. 'And you really must send him away?
Birchard he's a stranger in the neighborhood, and it's needful to the understandin' of my story that he should know just what sort of a woman she was, or is, as I should say." Mr. Dickey subsided, while Mr. Birchard tried to throw still more of an expression of the deepest interest and attention into his face.
"I think he'll pull through," observed the doctor, after watching him for a while. "I'll get a couple of nurses, and we'll give him every chance. Has he any relatives here in New York?" "No; his relatives are all in Ohio. Had they better be notified?" "Oh, I think not not unless he gets worse. He seems to be naturally strong. I suppose he's been worrying about something?" "Yes," I said.
"Of course," Elliott observed, a little disappointedly, "if he says he hoaxed the crowd, of course he did; but in that case I've no interest in the thing. I'd like it better if he were honest." "Oh, he's honest enough," corrected Embury; "he owns right up that it was a trick. Why, good heavens, man! if it hadn't been, he couldn't have done it at all.
And he's equal to the city church, too; that's the wonder of it. He comes of a fine family himself, I've heard. Oh, people can't keep up the pose of saints forever, even though they do adore each other. But Mr. Brownleigh certainly is a good man!" The vapid little woman sat looking reflectively out of the window for a whole minute after this deliverance. Yes, certainly Mr.
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