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It was at this critical juncture in the proceedings that a young man stepped lightly into the store behind Miss Jinny. Mr. Hopper's eye was on him, and had taken in the details of his costume before realizing the import of his presence. He was perhaps twenty, and wore a coat that sprung in at the waist, and trousers of a light buff-color that gathered at the ankle and were very copious above.
Hopper's face was not pleasant to see as he emerged. But at sight of Judge Whipple on the steps his suavity returned. "The Colonel will be in any minute, sir," said he. But the Judge walked past him without reply, and into the office. Captain Brent, seeing him; sprang to his feet. "Well, well, Judge," said he, heartily, "you fellows have done it now, sure.
Hopper's back to casual customers, and he was more than once seen to enter the president's room, which had carpet on the floor. Eliphalet's suavity with certain delinquent customers from the Southwest was A wording to Scripture. When they were profane, and invited him into the street, he reminded them that the city had a police force and a jail.
Miss Crane's whole Puritan household would have raised their hands in horror at such a doctrine. Some novelists I know of, who are in reality celebrated surgeons in disguise, would have shown a good part of Mr. Eliphalet Hopper's mental insides in as many words as I have taken to chronicle his arrival in St. Louis.
Feeling the need of companionship, he married a lady somewhat his junior, a shoplifter of the second class, whom he had known before the vigilance of the metropolitan police necessitated his removal to the Far West. Mrs. Stevens's inferior talents as a petty larcenist had led her into many difficulties, and she gratefully availed herself of The Hopper's offer of his heart and hand.
And if the truth be told, he was a little annoyed at Mr. Hopper's free use of her name. "That shouldn't make no difference," said Eliphalet with just a shade of bitterness in his tone. "They keep open house, like all Southerners," Mr. Hopper hesitated, "for such as come well recommended. I 'most forgot," said he. "I callate you're not any too well recommended.
The mayor commended Friend Hopper's benevolence, but remained unconvinced. To all arguments he replied, "He is an old convict, and that is enough." Patrick's kind friend watched for him as he passed to his daily labors, and told him that he would probably be arrested for the robbery that had been committed in his neighborhood.
This undoubtedly was Shaver's mother who had caught him prowling in her house, and all The Hopper's plans for explaining her son's disappearance and returning him in a manner to win praise and gratitude went glimmering. There was nothing in the appearance of this Muriel to encourage a hope that she was either embarrassed or alarmed by his presence.
When at length his calamitous partner had gone, he made an indifferent lunch on the cold meat he found in Mrs. Hopper's precincts, and then decided that he had better take a walk; to sit still and brood was the worst possible way of facing such a crisis. There was no friend with whom he could discuss the situation; none whose companionship would just now do him any particular good.
Brice," said Mr. Hopper, his glance caught by the indefinable in Stephen's costume. This would have puzzled Mr. Hopper's tailor more. "Very well, thanks." "A fine day after the rain." Stephen nodded, and Mr. Hopper entered the hours after him. "Be you asked to Virginia Carvel's party?" he asked abruptly. "I do not know Miss Carvel," said Stephen, wondering how well the other did.
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