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Basil, Reybold noticed a pallor and flush alternately, and she evaded his eye. Once Mrs. Basil borrowed a hundred dollars from Reybold in advance of board, and the table suffered in consequence. "The Judge," she had explained, "is short of taxes on his Fawquear lands. It's a desperate moment with him."
Reybold knew the reputation of the house: a resort for the scions of the old tidewater families, where hospitality thinly veiled the paramount design of plunder. The connection established the truth of Mrs. Basil's statement. Here, perhaps, already married to the dissipated heir of some unproductive estate, Joyce Basil's lot was cast forever.
Basil drew a long breath, raised both hands, and ejaculated: "Well, I declaw!" "I have it from her own lips," continued Reybold. "She told me as a secret, but all my suspicions, are awakened.
"I won't give you a farthing!" cried Reybold at the door, speaking to some one. "Chips, indeed! What shall I give you money to gamble away for? A gambling beggar is worse than an impostor! No, sir! Emphatically no!" "A dollar for four chips for brave old Beau!" said the other voice. "I've struck 'em all but you. By the State Arms! I've got rights in this distreek!
The gorgeous old mendicant took them all grimly and leering, and then pounced upon the Northern man, assured by their twinkles and winks that the rest expected some sport. "And now, Right Honorable from the banks of the Susquehanna, Colonel Reybold you see, I got your name; I ben a layin' for you! come down handsome for the Uncle and ornament of this capital and country. What's yore's?"
She was alone and in tears, but the little boy Uriel slept before the chimney-fire on a rug, and his pale, thin face, catching the glow of the burning wood, looked beautified as Reybold addressed the young woman. "Miss Joyce," he said, "our little brother works too hard. Is there never to be relief for him?
Reybold's eyes were full of tears as he listened to the boy, and, turning aside, he saw Joyce Basil weeping also. "My dear girl," he said to her, looking up significantly, "I fear he will see his great Father very soon." Reybold had few acquaintances, and he encouraged the landlady's daughter to go about with him when she could get a leisure hour or evening.
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.
I suppose you do not have the snipe in the Nawth. It is the aristocratic fowl of the Old Dominion. Its bill is only shorter than its legs, and it will not brown at the fire, to perfection, unless upon a silver spit. Ah! when the Jedge and myself were young, before his land troubles overtook us, we went to the springs with our own silver and carriages, Mr. Reybold." Looking up at Mrs.
"No, I never saw him, Mr. Reybold, but I've had letters from him." "Don't he ever come to see you when you are sick?" "No. He wanted to come once when my back was very sick, and I laid in bed weeks and weeks, sir, dreaming, oh! such beautiful things. I thought mamma and sister and I were all with papa in that old home we are going to some day.
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