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"Ef you kin git young Bunker Hill to let you tote her on your shoulders, I'll git the Madam to hang on to me," came to Mrs. Rightbody's horrified ears as the expression of her particular companion. "Freeze to the old gal, and don't reckon on me if the daughter starts in to play it alone," was the enigmatical response of the younger guide.
Miss Alice cantered forward with a smile, but pulled her hat down over her eyes as she joined her mother. She was blushing. Mr. Ryder was as good as his word. A day or two later he entered Mrs. Rightbody's parlor at the Chrysopolis Hotel in Stockton, with the information that he had seen the mysterious senders of the despatch, and that they were now in the office of the hotel waiting her pleasure.
Rightbody's friends had been astounded by her singular and unexpected pilgrimage to California so soon after her husband's decease, they were still more astounded by the information, a year later, that she was engaged to be married to a Mr. Ryder, of whom only the scant history was known, that he was a Californian, and former correspondent of her husband.
It seemed to many that Miss Alice should, in the vicinity of this rare exotic, forget her former enthusiasm for a professional life; but the young man was pitied by society, and various plans for diverting him from any mesalliance with the Rightbody family were concocted. It was a wintry night, and the second anniversary of Mr. Rightbody's death, that a light was burning in his library.
Rightbody's former acquaintances, when, a year later, Miss Alice was united to a professional gentleman of honor and renown, yet who was known to be the son of a convicted horse-thief. A few remembered the previous Californian story, and found corroboration therefor; but a majority believed it a just reward to Miss Alice for her conduct to Mr.
Rightbody believed it better to see them alone. "All right, ma'am. I'll hang round out here; and ef ye should happen to have a ticklin' in your throat, and a bad spell o' coughin', I'll drop in, careless like, to see if you don't want them drops. Sabe?" And with an exceedingly arch wink, and a slight familiar tap on Mrs. Rightbody's shoulder, which might have caused the late Mr.
Rightbody, "don't you see there was no Silsbie, or, if there was, he was simply the confidant of that woman?" A knock at the door, announcing the presence of Mr. Ryder and Stanislaus Joe with the horses, checked Mrs. Rightbody's speech. As the animals were being packed, Mrs. Rightbody for a moment withdrew in confidential conversation with Mr.
Marvin would be glad to confer with you at once." The information did not seem to absorb Mr. Rightbody's wandering attention, but rather increased his impatience. He said hastily, that he would speak of that to-morrow; and partly by way of reprisal, and partly to dismiss the subject, added "Positively James must pay some attention to the register and the thermometer.
"I only expected that you might have some further details of this interview with Silsbie; that perhaps you could tell me " a bold, bright thought crossed Mrs. Rightbody's mind "something more about HER." The two men looked at each other. "I suppose your society have no objection to giving me information about HER," said Mrs. Rightbody eagerly.
Another quiet conversation in the corner, and the return of both men. "We want to say that we've no objection." Mrs. Rightbody's heart beat high. Her boldness had made her penetration good. Yet she felt she must not alarm the men heedlessly. "Will you inform me to what extent Mr. Rightbody, my late husband, was interested in her?" This time it seemed an age to Mrs.
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