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Updated: May 12, 2025
Did any one else now sitting at our table know of Miss Rieppe's reported act? What particulars concerning John's fight had been given by Juno before my entrance? It didn't surprise me that her nephew was in bed from Master Mayrant's lusty blows.
'Specially now they've found those deposits up the river were just as rich as they hoped, after all." "Whose? Mr. Mayrant's?" I asked with such sharpness that the bride was surprised. David hadn't attended to the name. It was some trust estate, he thought; Regent Tom, or some such thing. "And they thought it was no good," said the bride. "And it's aivry bit as good as the Coosaw used to be.
Mayrant's bedside, because I have just left him at the front door in sound health saving a bruise over his left eye." During a second we all sat in a high-strung silence, and then Juno became truly superb. "Who sees the scars he brazenly conceals?" It took away my breath; my battle would have been lost, when the Briton suggested: "But mayn't he have shown those to his Aunt?"
John Mayrant's wedding next Wednesday week." I hadn't gathered this; but one is at times driven to improvising. I wished so much to know if Juno was right about the engagement being broken, and I looked hard at the ladies as my words fairly grazed the "cat." This time I expected them to consult each other's expressions, and such, indeed, was their immediate proceeding.
By patience, however, and mostly at our boarding-house table, I gathered a certain knowledge, though small in amount. If the health of John Mayrant's mother, I learned, had allowed that lady to bring him up Herself, many follies might have been saved the youth. His aunt, Miss Eliza St. Michael, though a pattern of good intentions, was not always a pattern of wisdom.
They had showed me more of John Mayrant's character, and more also of the destiny which had shaped his ends, so that my esteem for him had increased; for some of the words that they had exchanged shone like bright lanterns down into his nature upon strength and beauty lying quietly there young strength and beauty, yet already tempered by manly sacrifice.
It so happened that Aunt Carola was at luncheon with us when the postman brought John Mayrant's answer to my inquiry, and at the sight of his handwriting I thoughtlessly exclaimed to my Aunt that here at last we had all there was to be known concerning the Bombos in South Carolina; with this I tore open the missive and embarked upon a reading of it for the edification of all present.
"And it has merely resulted in clinching what you meant it to finish." That was Miss Josephine. I laid my flowers upon the table, and saw that the letter was in John Mayrant's hand. Of course. I avoided looking at it again; but what had he written, and why had he written? His daily steps turned to this house unless Miss Josephine had banished him again.
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