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Next came as many young ladies on foot, equally beautiful, richly dressed, and ornamented with precious stones. They marched gravely, with half pikes in their hands; and in the midst of them appeared Queen Labe, on a horse glittering with diamonds, with a golden saddle, and a housing of inestimable value.
Of course," with the twinkle in evidence once more, "Issachar'll be a little mite jealous, but we'll have to bear up under that as best we can." "I wonder what Labe will say when you tell him?" "He'll say yes. I'll tell Rachel first and she'll tell him to say it. And then I'll tell 'em both I won't do it unless they agree to get married.
"He was more boy than man by a good deal yet," he observed. "Well, Labe, he's gone and I'm just beginnin' to realize how much of life for me has gone along with him. He'd been doin' better here in the office for the last two or three years, seemed to be catchin' on to business better. Didn't you think so, Labe?" "Sartin. Yes indeed. Fust-rate, fust-rate." "No, not first-rate.
I am so . . . sorry; yes, yes, I be." The captain was not offended. He waved the apologies aside. "So you think it's worth while my fightin' it out, do you, Labe?" he asked, reflectively. "I I think it's what you ought to do anyhow, whether it's worth while or not.
"I know I said, but what I say don't seem to amount to much. You see, Labe, your wife has got some of what MY wife calls advanced ideas. She belongs to some kind of a lodge herself, and this is their meetin' night. Just before you came Zuba made proclamations that I could cook my own supper. She said she couldn't stop to do it; she'd be late to the meetin' if she did." Laban's mouth opened.
Captain Zelotes rose and laid his big hand on his bookkeeper's shoulder. "Don't you believe it, Labe," he said. "I'm proud of you. . . . And, I declare, I'm ashamed of myself. . . . Humph! . . . Well, to-night you come home with me and have supper at the house." "Now, now, Cap'n Lote " "You do as I tell you.
Zuby Zuby Jane Ginn racin' to lodges and tellin' you YOU to cook your own meals! Go on! You're loony." "Maybe I am, Labe, but it's so." "It's so? And you let it be so? I don't believe it. What do you mean? How long has it been so?" Captain Dan proceeded to tell of his housekeeper's conversion to progress and advancement.
In one respect the reigning sovereign was in advance of his age. In his devotion to the Madonna he claimed the same miraculous origin for her mother as for herself. When the prayer "O Sancta Maria sine labe originali concepta" was chanted, he would exclaim with emotion that the words embodied his devoutest aspirations.
A moment later he entered the outer office. Albert and Keeler were at their desks. Captain Zelotes approached the little bookkeeper. "Labe," he queried, "there isn't anything particular you want me to talk about just now, is there?" Lahan looked up in surprise from his figuring. "Why why, no, Cap'n Lote, don't know's there is," he said. "Don't know's there is, not now, no, no, no."
"If you have you can clear out and let me get to my dish-washin'." "I'm through. Oh, by the way, what did Labe say in your letter? I've told you what he wrote me, but I forgot that he wrote you, too." Mrs. Ginn looked troubled. "I don't know what to do with that man," she declared. "I expect any minute to get word that he's been put in the lock-up.
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