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His half-uncle, Gineral Johnson, of Awkinso, was a torkey-killer of high celebrity. He was a Deshay on his Maw's side. I s'pose you haven't the torkey in the Dutch country, Mr. Reybold?" "Madame," said Reybold, in a quieter moment, "have you written to the Judge the fact of his son's death?" "Oh yes to Fawquear." "Mrs. Basil," continued the Congressman, "I want you to be explicit with me.
The little boy on crutches, who had been looking at this scene in a state of suspense and interest for some time, here cried hotly: "If you say Mr. Reybold is a mean man, you tell a story, you nasty beggar! He often gives things to me and Joyce, my sister. He's just got me work, which is the best thing to give; don't you think so, gentlemen?"
The Honorable Jeems Bee, of Texas, sitting in his committee-room half an hour before the convening of Congress, waiting for his negro familiar to compound a julep, was suddenly confronted by a small boy on crutches. "A letter!" exclaimed Mr. Bee, "with the frank of Reybold on it that Yankeest of Pennsylvania Whigs! Yer's familiarity! Wants me to appoint one U U U, what?"
Basil was absent, called across the Potomac, as happened frequently, at the summons of the Judge and on such occasions she generally requested a temporary loan or a slight advance of board Reybold found Joyce Basil in the little parlor of the dwelling.
He threw his head upon the table and burst into tears. Mrs. Tryphonia Basil kept a boarding-house of the usual kind on Four-and-a-Half Street. Male clerks there were no female clerks in the Government in 1854 to the number of half a dozen, two old bureau officers, an architect's assistant, Reybold, and certain temporary visitors made up the table.
We never sleep, brother and I, but we say your name together, and ask God to bless you." Reybold sought in vain to suppress a confession he had resisted. The contact of her form, her large dark eyes now fixed upon him in emotion, the birth of the conscious woman in the virgin and her affection still in the leashes of a slavish sacrifice, tempted him onward to the conquest.
She pointed to one of the old portraits in the room a picture fairly painted by some provincial artist and it revealed a handsome face, a little voluptuous, but aristocratic, the shoulders clad in a martial cloak, the neck in ruffles, and a diamond in the shirt bosom. Reybold studied it with all his mind.
Reybold threw open the door and entered into the presence of Mrs. Basil and her daughter. The former arose with surprise and shame, and cried: "Jedge Basil, the Dutch have hunted you down. He's here the Yankee creditor." Joyce Basil held up her hand in imploration, but Reybold did not heed the woman's remark.
Slow to love, deeply interested, baffled but unsatisfied, Reybold made up his mind to cut his perplexity short by leaving the city for the county of Fauquier. As he passed down the avenue late that afternoon, he turned into E Street, near the theatre, to engage a carriage for his expedition.
"Give me at once the address of your husband," he spoke. "If you do not, I shall ask your daughter for it, and she can not refuse me." The mistress of the boarding-house was not without alarm, but she dispelled it with an outbreak of anger. "If my daughter disobeys her mother," she cried, "and betrays the Jedge's incog., she is no Basil, Colonel Reybold.
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