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Jenney of the apple orchard, but holding out a horny hand with unmistakable warmth, "how be you, Austen?" Looking about him, Mr. Jenney put his hand to his mouth, and added, "Didn't expect to see you trailin' on to this here kite." He took a piece of cake between his thumb and forefinger and glanced bashfully at Victoria. "Have some lemonade, Mr. Jenney? Do," she urged.
Jenney makes an awkward pause by keeping silent on the subject of the pamphlet until he shall see it. "Do you take much interest in politics?" "Not a great deal," answers Mr. Jenney. "That's the trouble with Americans," Mr. Crewe declares, "they don't care who represents 'em, or whether their government's good or bad." "Guess that's so," replies Mr. Jenney, politely.
In another minute they had drawn up before the open door. "Won't you come in and wait for Mr. Jenney?" she asked. He gazed down into her face, searchingly, and took her hand. "Good night," he said; "Mr. Jenney is not far behind. I think I think I should like the walk."
Jabe Jenney, being a person of importance in the town of Leith, had a house commensurate with his estate. The house was not large, but its dignity was akin to Mr. Jenney's position: it was painted a spotless white, and not a shingle or a nail was out of place. Before it stood the great trees planted by Mr.
"Why?" asked Victoria. "Well, it was a fearless thing to do plumb against his own interests with old Hilary Vane. Austen's a bright lawyer, and I have heard it said he was in line for his father's place as counsel." "Do do people dislike the railroad?" Mr. Jenney rubbed his beard thoughtfully. He began to wonder who this young woman was, and a racial caution seized him.
"You said the politicians would be against you if you tried to become a State senator. Do you believe that the politicians are owned by the railroad?" "Has Jenney been putting such things into your head?" "Not only Mr. Jenney, but I have heard other people say that.
"Well," he said, "folks has an idea the railrud runs this State to suit themselves. I guess they hain't far wrong. I've be'n to the Legislature and seen some signs of it. Why, Hilary Vane himself has charge of the most considerable part of the politics. Who be you?" Mr. Jenney demanded suddenly. "I'm Victoria Flint," said Victoria. "Godfrey!" exclaimed Mr. Jenney, "you don't say so!
This was such a palpable stroke at their host that Victoria laughed, and made haste to turn the subject from herself. "Mr. Vane seems to be an old friend of yours," she said. "Why," said Mr. Jenney, laying his hand on Austen's shoulder, "I callate he is. Austen's broke in more'n one of my colts afore he went West and shot that feller.
Over the entrance door of the church was a large banner with the last words of the beloved leader, "Failure is Impossible." The afternoon meeting closed with tributes of reverence and appreciation by Mrs. Osborne, Anne Fitzhugh Miller, Marie Jenney Howe, Mrs. Crossett, Miss Mills and Dr. Shaw. Large audiences gathered for the evening meetings, among the speakers being Mrs. Florence Kelley, Mrs.
But I'm glad to get back, I like my own country so much better, and especially this part of it," she added. "I can bear to be away from New York in the winter, but not from Fairview in the summer." At this instant Mr. Jenney appeared at the barn door bearing a huge green umbrella. "Come over to the house Mis' Jenney is expectin' you," he said. Victoria hesitated.
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