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"Better than nothing," suggested Culver, with a pitiful attempt to be hopeful. Merriweather shrugged his shoulders. "Let's get some supper," he said to Culver. Then to Larkin: "Well, Joe, you'll have to try promises. Will you keep this cash or shall I?" "You might as well keep it," replied Larkin, with a string of oaths. "It'd be ruination to pay one without paying all.
"Yes, that's easy," drawled Maudlin, wobbling his head. For a long time they sat talking and planning, until at length Morse put his hand in his pocket and handed the other man some money. Maudlin tucked it away with a grin. "Easy cash, eh? What'd you say the dame's name was?" "Merriweather Molly Merriweather. She's companion to Mr. King's mother."
"And here Lady Betty, after assuring herself that the wound was not dangerous, left her husband in the care of Sam and the old woman and rode away with the message. Lord Cecil was too weak and tired to object." "My! That was a brave thing to do! I don't believe I would have had the courage to do it." "Not many of us would, but Lady Betty Merriweather never hesitated.
Something will be smashed, sure. Let the boss attend to it." Everybody else stood back, but Bet grabbed the package. "Well, since when are you boss of Shirley's Shop?" laughed the Colonel. "You forget, you're only boss of Merriweather Manor." Shirley laughed and undid the strong cord and covering of the box, which was filled with excelsior. "I don't believe there's a thing in it," said Bet.
"And here comes old Smiley Jim for his share," exclaimed Bet patting the dog's head. "Yes Smiley Jim, you are a most wonderful dog!" "It's a wonderful family!" announced Joy with a dance. "And if no one else believes it, we do!" said the Colonel. "But come now Merriweather Girls, call a council or a pow-wow or what ever you call it! Blow your horn and get the clan together."
While Goodrich's agents and Beckett's agents were industriously arranging the eastern machinery of the opposition party for Simpson, Merriweather had Silliman's men toiling in the West and South to get Rundle delegates or uninstructed delegations. And, after our conversation, he was reinforced by Woodruff and such men of his staff as could be used without suspicion.
The school room clock had never ticked off its minutes so slowly as it did that afternoon; each minute seemed like an hour to the excited girls whose minds were centered on Shirley's luck. Deer got all mixed up with their history lessons and Miss Elder cast reproving glances more than once at the Merriweather Girls who were finding it so hard to settle to work. In her heart she didn't blame them.
"Jinnie fiddles all the afternoon.... Mebbe she won't go." "Yes, she will. Tell her Miss Merriweather wants her to arrange a surprise for Theodore King. Tell 'er Miss Merriweather wants her to play." Bates laughed evilly. "That'll fix the huzzy. Anything about that damn fiddle'll fetch 'er every time! When I get 'er I'll bust it up for kindlin' wood." "Then it's settled," said Morse, rising.
She was hoping and praying for Theodore King. Two days later, coming down the hill, she met Miss Merriweather on horseback. The young woman stopped her and asked her to accompany her home. Jennie hesitated. She still had memories of the cat sent to its death in Molly's fit of anger and the woman's chilling reception of her at the King dinner.
The property in Fortieth Street was her only possession. But little money had come to her at her husband's death, and an unfortunate speculation of his had swept away all that had fallen to her from her father, the late Judge Merriweather. For years she kept the old home unencumbered, teaching French and English until Margaret was well in her teens.
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