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Updated: June 19, 2025
It seems only a few days ago that you was a little scrub of a chap, runnin' 'round town and pickin' up your livin'. And a very good and honest livin' you picked up, too. Now, here you are, a nicely dressed, tall, handsome young man, with a snug little fortun' all of your own earnin', not to mention your bein' the adopted son of that splendid old gentleman, Myndert Van Quintem.
Young Van Quintem sat at the farther end of the stage, absorbed in his own thoughts. His thin lips moved restlessly at times, as if he were arguing to himself. In his hand he still held the crumpled note. Twice he unfolded it, and read the contents carefully; then crushed it in his hand again.
Tiffles, being a man of infinite expedients, and accustomed to solve problems for himself, and everybody else, at the shortest notice, answered at once: "Not by advertising for her, or putting the police on her track. Young Van Quintem would take the alarm, and move her out of town. She will go anywhere with him, if I mistake not, until she finds him out better.
Bog took a half dollar in his hand, advanced to the door, which was now closed, and boldly opened it. The athletic guardian of the place, being confronted with this audacious youth in old clothes, put on a commanding look, and said: "Well, sir, and what the d l do you want here?" "Only to give you half a dollar, as I was told to," said Bog, "and to ask if Mr. Van Quintem was in. Bog winked.
The afflicted man, overcome with the terrible conflict between a sense of public duty, and a lingering, inextinguishable parental affection, fainted and fell into the arms of Marcus, who sprang to catch him. While he was still insensible, the lieutenant of police, and the boy Bog, slipped out of the room, and started off on a search for Myndert Van Quintem, jr.
"You may be willing to believe these polished scoundrels under oath; but hang me if I would!" said the old gentleman, with emphasis. The four gamblers showed their even rows of white teeth pleasantly, and one of them replied: "You are an elderly gentleman, Mr. Van Quintem, and the father of our young friend; and, of course, you are permitted to abuse us as much as you like." "It seems to me, Mr.
Crull should see her in five minutes. That lady then assisted him into the carriage, and kissed him on the forehead in a motherly way, which would have astonished the sedate family coachman, if he had not been entirely used to Mrs. Crull's eccentricities. "My good boy," said old Van Quintem, in a trembling voice, "are you sure we are not too late quite sure?" "Sure!" said Bog.
Fayette Overtop spoke with tranquillity and firmness, looking young Van Quintem directly in the eye, and making him quail. The judicious phrase, "Your Honor," alone saved Overtop from an explosion of official wrath. "The Court can't allow these interruptions, Mr. Overtop," said the coroner. "Her dignity must be maintained.
If excess of happiness had not choked her voice, she would have asked Bog if he thought she could be other than perfectly happy in the love of her adopted mother, in the love of her dear uncle who was at once a father and brother in his tender solicitudes in the love of that darling old gentleman, Myndert Van Quintem, and in one other love, which it was not necessary to mention.
All the events in connection with her Greenpoint adventure, both before and after it, proved that she had never loved young Van Quintem, and that her sentiments toward him were only those of gratitude for his supposed saving of her life, and an innocent, childlike confidence in his good intentions. The lovers sauntered down the street slowly, as if they would protract the walk.
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