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"You have not only insulted me, but you you have put an indignity upon Mr. McElwin." Indignity was rather a big word, coming from him unexpectedly out of his vague recollection, and he halted to stiffen with a better opinion of himself. "I say you shall leave this town." "I heard what you said. But I thought we were to be cool. Oh, pardon me, it was the fire that gave offense."
I have talked to him frequently of late, and I am convinced that toward this household he bears no malice." "Eva and I will go," Mrs. McElwin replied promptly. "Nobly said, madam," the minister rejoined, looking upon her with an eye that had swept over many a field of duty. "I did not believe that I should appeal to you in vain. We have but a little while here," he went on, his white head shaking.
Yes, sir, and he paid me a mighty high compliment the other day he said I was about as good a judge of mules as he ever saw, and that, coming from a man as careful as he is, was mighty high praise, I tell you. Helloa, what's up?" From the family sitting room had come a roar and a noise like the upsetting of chairs. And into the parlor rushed McElwin, followed by his wife, Staggs, Mrs.
"Pardon me, but I did not know that there was any conspiracy. Is there a doctor present? If there's not, send for one to attend the young lady." Some one ran out. McElwin stood boiling with fury. Sawyer thrust forth his hand. Lyman knocked it up. "I will not step back for you," he said. "I have committed no outrage and I am not here to be insulted and pounced upon. Mr.
Once he had made a bid against many competitors acquainted with the work, to build a bridge for the county. Sawyer's bid was the lowest. His friends said that the undertaking would ruin him; McElwin deplored the young man's rashness. But he built the bridge, made money on the speculation; and the first traffic across the new structure was a drove of Sawyer's mules, en route to a profitable market.
"Come in," said Lyman, as they approached the open door. "You are not alone," McElwin remarked, as he stepped in, followed by Sawyer. "Neither are you," said Lyman. "Sit down." "We have not come to sit down, sir." "Then you must pardon my not rising. This languid spring air makes me tired." "Sir, we wish to see you in your private office." "And that is where you find me.
We find some mighty interestin' readin' in it; and sometimes Lige he breaks out in a loud laugh over a piece, and he 'lows, 'if that ain't old Sammy, up and up, I don't want a cent. Well, boys, I've some knockin' around to do and I'll have to bid you good day." Mr. McElwin put aside his newspaper and paced slowly up and down the room, his slippered feet falling with an emphatic pat on the carpet.
"We have about thrashed all the leaves off the bush." The banker cleared his throat: "Mr. Lyman, even after a night of worried reflection, I am even now hardly able to realize the monstrous outrage that has been committed at the instance of a theologic imbecile, helped by a travesty on law enacted by a general assembly of ditch diggers and plowmen." "That is a very good speech, Mr. McElwin.
"No," said Lyman, laughing, "but I'll tell you what you may do with it take it over to the bank and deposit it in my name." "But you'll have to come along and leave your signature." "Is that the way they do? All right; but I don't want to see McElwin." "That won't be necessary. But don't you think we'd better carry the check around town awhile before depositing it?" "No, that would be silly."
McElwin is willing to help you toward that end, and has signed a check for five hundred dollars, made out in your name. Here it is." He handed the check to Lyman, who took it, looked at it and said: "He writes a firm hand. Money gives a man confidence in himself, doesn't it?" He held out the check toward Sawyer. The latter did not take it, and it fluttered in the air and fell to the floor.
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