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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was now the 24th day of May, and that meant twenty days of hiding before I could venture to approach the powers that be. I reckoned that two sets of people would be looking for me Scudder's enemies to put me out of existence, and the police, who would want me for Scudder's murder. It was going to be a giddy hunt, and it was queer how the prospect comforted me.
Of course, no such celestial experience was going to happen to him. He cleared his throat, and said, "Well, Madam?" Mrs. Scudder's womanly dignity was appeased; she reached out her hand, cheerfully, and said, "She has accepted."
He said that, but for the Tories, Germany and Britain would be fellow-workers in peace and reform. I thought of the little black book in my pocket! A giddy lot Scudder's friends cared for peace and reform. Yet in a queer way I liked the speech. You could see the niceness of the chap shining out behind the muck with which he had been spoon-fed. Also it took a load off my mind.
'He is right about one thing what is going to happen the day after tomorrow. How the devil can it have got known? That is ugly enough in itself. But all this about war and the Black Stone it reads like some wild melodrama. If only I had more confidence in Scudder's judgement. The trouble about him was that he was too romantic.
After publication in the Atlantic, the essays were to be gathered into a book and Mr. SCUDDER fancied that thus collected they would prove a valuable addition to the history of the times. The series stopped at the third number and the book was never published. Whilst I did not concur in Mr. SCUDDER'S view, I accepted the compliment and began to write with a lighter heart than I bore as I went on.
They say he is going to build a house as grand as the Vernons'. And we hope he has experienced religion; and he means to join our church, which is a providence, for he is twice as rich and generous as that old Simeon Brown that snapped me up so about my wages. I never believed in him, for all his talk. I was down to Mrs. Scudder's when the Doctor examined Jim about his evidences.
Barnum's flagging energies were aroused, and he began in earnest to look for some permanent investment. In connection with the Bowery Amphitheatre, the information came to him that the collection of curiosities comprising Scudder's American Museum, at the corner of Broadway and Ann Streets, was for sale.
There I breakfasted off a whisky-and-soda and some biscuits from the cupboard. By this time it was getting on for six o'clock. I put a pipe in My Pocket and filled my pouch from the tobacco jar on the table by the fireplace. As I poked into the tobacco my fingers touched something hard, and I drew out Scudder's little black pocket-book ... That seemed to me a good omen.
Scudder's countenance fell. "Where?" "I went to walk home with Cerinthy Twitchel, and, as I was coming back, he came up behind me, just at Savin Rock." Mrs. Scudder sat down on the bed and took her daughter's hand. "I trust, my dear child," she said. She stopped. "I think I know what you are going to say, mother.
I cried over the verses and I smiled over them." I will close this paper with Miss Scudder's last stanza: "So apt to know, so wise to guide, So tender to redress, O, friend with whom such charms abide, How can I love thee less?" The career of Dorothy Dix is a romance of philanthropy which the world can ill afford to forget.
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