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You probably remember him in that Meader case, he isn't a man one would be likely to forget, and I know that this quarrel with his father isn't of Austen's seeking." "Oughtn't he to be told at once?" said Victoria. "Yes," said the doctor; "time is valuable, and we can't predict what Hilary will do. At any rate, Austen ought to know but the trouble is, he's at Jenney's farm.
The boys had helped them set stakes, the distance being ten laps around the course. Although the moon was small, the stars were brilliant and on the ice everything was as plain as day. Miss Maybrick and Miss Meader helped the physical instructor; and those girls who did not take part in the "ice carnival," as they laughingly called it, came down to the river to see the races.
Suddenly Zeb raised himself in bed. "Hev' they be'n tamperin' with you?" he demanded. "Yes," answered Austen, dispassionately. He had hardly heard what Zeb had said; his mind had been going onward. "Yes. They sent me an annual pass, and I took it back." Zeb Meader did not speak for a few moments. "I guess I was a little hasty, Austen," he said at length. "I might have known you wouldn't sell out.
Moreover, if it had dawned on Augustus Flint that the son of Hilary Vane might prosecute the suit, it was worth while taking a little pains with Mr. Meader and Mr. Austen Vane. Certain small fires have been known to light world-wide conflagrations. "What are you thinking about?" asked Victoria. "It isn't at all polite to forget the person you are talking to."
Tooting, giving Austen a friendly poke with his cigar. "You showed your usual acumen, Mr. Tooting," said Austen, as he rose to put on his coat. Mr. Tooting regarded him uneasily. "You're a deep one, Aust," he declared; "some day you and, me must get together." Mr. Billings' desire for ultimate justice not being any stronger than Austen suspected, in due time Mr. Meader got his money.
In spite of a somewhat natural embarrassment, Austen could not but acknowledge to himself that Mr. Meader was right. With a womanly movement which he thought infinitely graceful, Victoria leaned over the bed. "Mr. Meader," she said, "I'm beginning to think it's dangerous for me to come here twice a week to see you, if you talk this way.
Meader willing to listen, but otherwise strangely non-committal. With native shrewdness, the farmer asked him what office he came from, but did not confide in Mr. Tooting the fact that Mr. Vane's son had volunteered to wring more money from Mr. Vane's client than Mr. Tooting offered him.
Meader, as if to ask what man had not. "You're railroad, ain't ye?" Mr. Meader gazed long and thoughtfully into the young man's face, and the suspicion gradually faded from the farmer's blue eyes. "I like your looks," he said at last. "I guess you saved my life. I'm I'm much obliged to you." When Mr. Tooting arrived later in the day, he found Mr.
The man had been near to death himself, was compelled to spend part of the summer, his bread-earning season, in a hospital, and yet no appeal or word of complaint had crossed his lips. "Mr. Meader," said Austen, "I came over here to tell you that in my opinion you are entitled to heavy damages from the railroad, and to advise you not to accept a compromise.
It appears that he had seen me," Victoria replied, "when I went to Mercer to call on Zeb Meader. And he asked me if I knew you." "Of course you denied it," said Austen. "I couldn't, very well," laughed Victoria, "because you had confessed to the acquaintance first." "He merely wished to have the fact corroborated. Mr. Redbrook is a man who likes to be sure of his ground."
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