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If so, I would cheerfully let the smaller creditors divide the furniture among themselves. Any information ahem! will be confidential, you know." "I am not a shyster!" said the indignant Matthew, alluding, by that term, to the outlaws of his profession. Quigg was evidently surprised at this unfriendly repulse. "I only made the suggestion for you to think on. No offence meant. Please walk in, sir."
When Cully led the Big Gray into his stall, a moment later, he stepped into a pool of blood. At the appointed hour the Board of Trustees met in the hall over the post-office. The usual loungers filled the room members of the Union, and others who had counted on a piece of the highway pie when it was cut. Dempsey, Crimmins, and Quigg sat outside the rail, against the wall.
The arrangements for the day had already been made. Quigg looked upon the day as one of business, and not of pleasure, and had methodized a system of callmaking, which was submitted to his companions, and highly approved by them.
Continuing his progress in search of romance to divert him, or of distress that he might aid, Quigg became aware of a fast-gathering crowd that whooped and fought and eddied at a corner of Broadway and the crosstown street that he was traversing.
"All right, grandpa," said Ralph, mechanically sitting up, though his ideas were still mixed with his dreams. "I am not your respected grandparent," said Mr. Quigg from the stove, where he was lighting the fire, "but I'll dare say he would call you just as early." The lad laughed at himself as he sprang up and, after washing and brushing, hastened to help Mr. Quigg with his morning tasks.
Instead of taking somebody in, you have been taken in yourself." Quigg laughed; and then remembering that a delinquent debtor was before him, assumed his wonted serious aspect. At this allusion, poor Mrs. Chiffield burst into tears again. Mr. Whedell adroitly turned the circumstance to advantage. He pointed to her, and said, "There is my reply."
The corn and cotton fields increased in size, the plantation houses grew larger and began to have stately lawns and groves of woodland about them. The log houses seemed to be mostly inhabited by negroes. Ralph finished his skylights, then assisted Mr. Quigg in getting dinner. The afternoon wore slowly away; then they ate a cold supper, washed down by some warm coffee.
One night at 9, at which hour the restaurant closed, Quigg set forth upon his quest. There was a mingling of the foreign, the military and the artistic in his appearance as he buttoned his coat high up under his short-trimmed brown and gray beard and turned westward toward the more central life conduits of the city.
"But if you give them time, Mr. Chairman, I believe they will perhaps get up courage enough to speak." Miss Quigg sat down in her place behind the organ, disappearing quite from view except for the tips of her plumes, whose rapid and rhythmic vibrations were eloquent of the beating of her gallant little heart. "Exactly so," said the chairman, in confused but hearty acquiescence.
He could now see his way out of all difficulties or out of the world, which is the same thing. Clementina, who had not yet risen to that height of philosophy, buried her face in her hands, and sobbed with fresh violence. Quigg entered, and at a glance saw that he had lost. He stopped short in the bow that he was intending to make. "Well, Whedell," said he, roughly, "how are things to-day?"
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