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I expect from what he'd heard in the private office that he was figurin' on handin' me my hat as I was shot out and remarkin' that he knew all along it was comin' to me. Then there'd be a rollcall of new office boys, with him pickin' out one more to his taste than me. But no such luck for him.
The old French Aydelot blood had something of the wanderlust in it. I hope that trait may not reappear in Thaine. But where's Pryor Gaines in this rollcall? We are getting away from the subject before the house." Jim Shirley's handsome face grew sorrowful. "He was not affected by the boom. He has been the same man in spirit and fortune for twenty-five years. But we are going to lose him.
We went to the war together to fight you obstreperous Rebels." There was a twinkle in Asher's eyes now. "Yes, but in the end who really won?" Virginia asked demurely. "You did, of course in my case. Jim went back to Cloverdale for awhile. Then he came out here. He's a fine fellow. Plants a few more seeds by the wayside than is good for him, maybe, but a friend to the last rollcall.
They were pleasantly greeted by the Captain, who had come out on the run at the last moment, and wriggled himself into his coat as he strode along the company street. The Captain did not very often appear at morning rollcall. But one officer of the company was required to be present, and the Captain generally loaded this duty upon the Lieutenants "turn about."
Jim pretended it was the rollcall they demanded. "Gentlemen," John Jacobs began seriously. But at that moment Leigh Shirley, followed by Rosie Gimpke, came from the side door with a tray of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. "Gentlemen, a toast to the man who stuck to the soil and couldn't be blasted to financial ruin by a boom, the wheat king of these prairies. Our host, Asher Aydelot."
It was the night of the 9th of July, 1776, and news of the Declaration of Independence by the Continental Congress in Philadelphia had just reached New York that afternoon. At evening rollcall the Declaration was read at the head of each brigade of the army and "was received with loud huzzas."
Now, what do you want with me? You know the motto of the Montfanons: 'Excelsior et firmior' Always higher and always firmer.... One can never do too many good deeds. If it be possible, 'present', as we said to the rollcall." A singular mixture of fervor and of good-nature, of enthusiastic eloquence and of political or religious fanaticism, was Montfanon.
Now, what do you want with me? You know the motto of the Montfanons: 'Excelsior et firmior' Always higher and always firmer.... One can never do too many good deeds. If it be possible, 'present', as we said to the rollcall." A singular mixture of fervor and of good-nature, of enthusiastic eloquence and of political or religious fanaticism, was Montfanon.
Now, what do you want with me? You know the motto of the Montfanons: 'Excelsior et firmior' Always higher and always firmer.... One can never do too many good deeds. If it be possible, 'present', as we said to the rollcall." A singular mixture of fervor and of good-nature, of enthusiastic eloquence and of political or religious fanaticism, was Montfanon.
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