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Anthony Lispenard, however, it may be passingly noted, was a vestryman, and, as such, mixed piety and business so well, that his heirs became possessed of millions of dollars by the mere fact that in 1779, when a vestryman, he got a lease, for eighty-three years of eighty-one Trinity lots adjacent to the Astor leased land, at a total annual rental of $177.50.
One of the chief attractions, in Helen's eyes, of her aunt's old house in Washington Square was the chance of a call or two from Mr. Lispenard. After her third or fourth visit he grew friendly with her, in fact vastly more friendly than he ever became with her aunt.
"You have grown up to be beautiful, my child," observed old Mr. Lispenard. "There is nothing about you of this new generation, which I hate. Indeed, if you would wear crinolines and a curl of that dark hair on your shoulder, you would be quite perfect." His young caller blushed a little, but she laughingly retorted: "Did you say you had ceased to be dangerous?
Won't you go with me, and help me lie?" "Of course I should like to." "All right. Dine with me at six at the Union Club." "I'm not going to let you talk to each other," said Miss De Voe. "Lispenard, go and talk with Miss McDougal." "See how quickly lying brings its own punishment," laughed Lispenard, walking away. "What does he mean?" asked Miss De Voe.
When will you come back?" "My summering's over." "Indeed. I thought my cousin would want you again!" "She did not say so." "The deuce she didn't. It must be the only thing she didn't say, then, in your long confabs?" Peter made no reply, though Lispenard looked as well as asked a question. "Perhaps," continued Lispenard, "she talked too much, and so did not remember to ask you?"
When the spring separation came, Miss De Voe was really quite hopeful. "I think things have gone very well. Now, Mr. Stirling has promised to spend a week with me at Newport. I shall have Dorothy there at the same time," she told Mrs. Ogden. Lispenard, who was present, laughed as usual. "So you are tired of your new plaything already?" "What do you mean?"
Lispenard laughed at the earnestness with which the question was asked. "No," he replied. "I was joking. Peter cultivates you, because he wants to know your swell friends." Either this conversation or Miss De Voe's own thoughts, led to a change in her course.
For this there were a number of reasons, but the paramount one was the fact that Mr. Lispenard was descended from one of the oldest houses among the Knickerbockers, and as such it was extremely difficult for him to become aware of any one not sprung with equal selectness.
Anthony Lispenard, of New-York. P. Van Courtlandt, of Westchester James Burt, of Orange. Gilbert Livingston, of Dutchess. Thomas Jenkins, of Columbia. Peter Van Ness, of Columbia. Robert Ellis, of Saratoga. John Woodworth, of Rensellaer. J. Van Rensellaer, of Albany. Jacob Eacker, of Montgomery, and William Floyd, of Suffolk. The vote stood: Republican. Federal.
"Arn't you marrying him so as to get rid of his calls and his escortage?" "Of course not. We shall go on just the same." "Bully for you, Ma. Does Dr. Brown know it?" Miss De Voe flushed angrily, and put an end to her call. "What a foolish fellow Lispenard is!" she remarked unconsciously to Wellington at the carriage door. "Beg pardon, mum?" said Wellington, blank wonderment filling his face.
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