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One night, when he was tired out with tramping the streets, he wandered into one of the parks and sat down on a bench, where he finally fell asleep. He was awakened by some one feeling in his pocket. He had just been dreaming that Phrony had found him and hail sat down beside him and was fondling him, and when he first came back to consciousness her name was on his lips.
Aunt Phrony weighed more than three hundred pounds, but Aunt Abby only a hundred; and they were planning to visit the White House With the Green Blinds by the Side of the Road "for a week," they said, but the boys heard Father whisper to Mother, as he piled their baggage under the tailboard, "From the size of those bags it looks like a year and a day."
"Now tell me all about everything," said Rhodes. "I want to hear everything that has happened since I came away came into exile. I know about the property and the town that has grown up just as I knew it would. Tell me about the people old Squire Rawson and Phrony, and Wickersham, and Norman and his wife." Keith told him about them.
Phrony Tripper was heels over head in love with him; but her grandfather, though easy and pliable enough to all outward seeming, was in a land-deal as dull as a ditcher. Wickersham spread out before him maps and plats showing that he owned surveys which overlapped those under which the old man claimed. "Don't you see my patents are older than yours?" "Looks so," said the old man, calmly.
He mentioned the matter casually, for he knew his man. But as well as he knew him, he found himself mistaken in him. "I know that," he said quietly, "but what I want is to find Phrony." His deep eyes glowed for a while and suddenly flamed. "I'm a rich man," he broke out, "but I'd give every dollar I ever owned to get her back, and to get my hand once on that man."
"I was just thinking of you, sir." "You would not come to see me, so I have come to see you. I have heard from you so rarely that I was afraid you were sick." His eyes rested fondly on Gordon's face. "No; I have been so busy; that is all. Well, sir, I have won." His eyes were sparkling. The old gentleman's face lit up. "You have? Found Phrony, have you? I am so glad.
The reply was sung through the keyhole: "'Ole Molly hyah, what you doin' dyah? Settin' in de cordner, smokin' a ciggyah." It was little Dave's voice, and was followed by a puff of tobacco smoke through the keyhole and a burst of laughter led by Phrony Tripper.
"Well, you see, little Dave Dennison you remember Dave? You taught him." "Perfectly I mean, I remember him perfectly. He is now in New York." "Yes. Well, Dave he used to be sweet on Phrony, and he seems to be still sweet on her." Mr. Keith nodded. "Well, of course, Phrony she's lookin' higher than Dave but you know how women air?"
The evening after Phrony Tripper left New Leeds, a young woman somewhat closely veiled descended from the train in Jersey City. Here she was joined on the platform a moment later by a tall man who had boarded the train at Washington, and who, but for his spruced appearance, might have been taken for Mr. J. Quincy Plume.
Here was a woman to whom he could confide his trouble with the certainty of sympathy. As they walked along he told her of Phrony; of her elopement; of her being deserted; and of his chance meeting with her and her disappearance again. He did not mention Wickersham, for he felt that until he had the proof of his marriage he had no right to do so. "Why, I remember that old, man, Mr.
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