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THE LATE MRS. OSGOOD was in a very remarkable degree respected and beloved by those who were admitted to her acquaintance.
"Your first visit to the city?" he inquired, in a tone which caused Stephen to writhe inwardly. "No-o. No, not exactly. I used to come here pretty frequent, back in my sea-goin' days, when my ship was in port. I sailed for Osgood and Colton, down on South Street, for a spell. They were my owners. You don't remember the firm, I s'pose?" "No. The privilege has been denied me.
"Deary me, Miss Osgood, it's a pleasure to me to have you here. But I wisht you'd come into the parlor, all of you, you and your friends. I'll lay papers down on the carpet, and you can just walk in."
Her accommodations were bad enough, and she was so tender, that we could do little or nothing with her in a blow. It was often prognosticated that she would prove our coffin. Besides Mr. Osgood, who was put in command of this vessel, we had Mr. Bogardus, and Mr. Livingston, as officers. We must have had about forty-five souls on board, all told.
He had studied medicine studied it after a fashion, that is; he never applied himself to anything and was then, in '88, "ship's doctor" aboard a British steamer, which ran between Philadelphia and Glasgow. Miss Osgood had met him at the home of a friend of hers who had traveled on that steamer. Hephzy and I do not agree as to whether or not he actually fell in love with Ardelia Cahoon.
"I know better." "What do you propose doing when you get home?" "What can I do with thirty dollars, which I left with Peter by-the-way?" "We shall see what we shall see when we come face to face with Aunt Formica. I intend going the rounds with you in New York. I am a student." He carried Osgood to his country-home beyond Liverpool, where they staid till the ship was ready to sail again.
She had no definite suspicion of Art Osgood, but all the same she was thankful that she was not there alone with him among all these dark, sharp-eyed Mexicans with their atmosphere of latent treachery. Lite ate mostly with his left hand. Jean noticed that.
Clarence King was assistant geologist of the party; he recounted their researches and adventures in "Mountaineering in the Sierra Nevada," published in 1871 by J. R. Osgood & Co., Boston; three years later the same firm issued an enlarged edition with maps. "The Ascent of Mount Tyndall," the third chapter of the book, is one of the most thrilling stories of adventure ever written.
It was issued by Osgood, of Boston, and was a different book in every way from any that Mark Twain had published before. Mrs. Clemens, who loved the story, had insisted that no expense should be spared in its making, and it was, indeed, a handsome volume. It was filled with beautiful pen-and-ink drawings, and the binding was rich.
The back door swung on its hinges and Max and Archie, puffing, ejaculating and wrathful, gave over attempts at capture for efforts at repair, Max going off to hunt up Algernon, while Archie gathered up scattered cards and mopped up the ink with dust-cloths. Seeking Algernon, Max ran across Mrs. Osgood making calls.
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