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"Ye see he can be making better arrangements with the family on account of it." "With the family?" repeated the consul. "Then does he talk of compromising?" "I mean they would be more likely to sell for a fair consideration, and he'd be better paying money to them than the lawyers. The syndicate will be rich, eh? And I'm not saying the McHulish wouldn't take Kentucky lands in exchange.
He ventured to point out with good-humored practicality that several years had elapsed since the war, that the South and North were honorably reconciled, and that he was legally supposed to represent Kentucky as well as New York. "Your friends," he added smilingly, "Mr. Custer and Mr. McHulish, seemed to accept the fact without any posthumous sentiment."
"Are they not part of the clan, and loyal to the McHulish?" "The McHulish," said Sir James with great deliberation, "hasn't set foot there for years. They'd be burning him in effigy." "But," said the astonished consul, "that's rather bad for the expectant heir and the magic of the McHulish presence." "I'm not saying that," returned Sir James cautiously.
He had taken an invincible dislike to the callow representative of the McHulish, who he felt had in some extraordinary way imposed upon Custer's credulity. But then he had apparently imposed equally upon the practical Sir James.
But he didn't say anything about there being no 'Lord' McHulish." "Perhaps he thought, as you were Americans, you didn't care for THAT," said the consul dryly. "That's no reason why we shouldn't have it if it belonged to us, or we chose to pay for it," said the lady pertly. "Then your changed personal relations with Mr.
"But it affects the syndicate," said Custer gloomily; "and when we found that he was whooping up some shopkeepers and factory hands who claimed to belong to the clan, and you can't heave a stone at a dog around here without hitting a McHulish, we concluded we hadn't much use for him ornamentally. So we shipped him home last steamer." "And the property?"
McHulish is the reason why you hear so little of his progress or his expectations?" "Yes; but he don't know that they are changed, for we haven't seen him since we've been here, although they say he's here, and hiding somewhere about." "Why should he be hiding?" The young girl lifted her pretty brows. "Maybe he thinks it's mysterious. Didn't I tell you he was a crank?"
"I do not know," he began, "whether this young McHulish confided to you his great reliance upon some peculiar effect of his presence among the tenants, and of establishing his claim to the property by exciting the enthusiasm of the clan. It certainly struck me that he had some rather exaggerated ideas, borrowed, perhaps, from romances he'd read, like Don Quixote his books of chivalry.
"Yes," continued Custer; "I oughter say the ONLY McHulish. He is the direct heir and of royal descent! He's one of them McHulishes whose name in them old history times was enough to whoop up the boys and make 'em paint the town red. A regular campaign boomer the old McHulish was. Stump speeches and brass-bands warn't in it with the boys when HE was around.
But in vain, and as the pair turned into a side street the consul slowly retraced his steps. But he had not proceeded far before the recollection that had escaped him returned, and he knew that the likeness suggested by the face he had seen was that of Malcolm McHulish. A journey to Kelpie Island consisted of a series of consecutive episodes by rail, by coach, and by steamboat.
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