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He wanted to know where I lived, an' when I told him I lived in Fernborough, that used to be a part of Eastborough, he jest piled me full of questions. I told him all I knew " "An' added a little something" broke in Strout. "No, I jest stuck close to the truth. He wanted to know about Mr. Quincy Adams Sawyer. I told him he was dead, but he said he wanted to know about him when he lived here.
Quincy Adams Sawyer is in town?" Strout laughed scornfully. "In town? That's good. Why, man, he's been dead more'n twenty years food for fishes, if they'd eat him, which I doubt. He's left a boy, same name, that used to go to school here, but, thank Heaven, he's got lots of money, and probably won't trouble us any more. Perhaps he's the one you want." "Are you sure the boy's father is dead?
"You should have had it a week ago, but Huldah Meserve upset the ink bottle over her star, and we had to baste on another one. You are the last, though, and then we shall sew the stars and stripes together, and Seth Strout will get the top ready for hanging.
He had nearly an hour at his disposal. His first visit was to the Eagle Hotel, where he put up the horse. Mr. Parsons, the proprietor, was greatly pleased to meet him. "You haven't forgotten how we railroaded Strout out of office, have you?" "That was long ago," said Quincy. "Strout and I are good friends now. He's one of my partners in the Fernborough store. "So I've been told." Quincy took Mr.
Since I married Bessie Chisholm, I've talked to her a good many times 'bout the way she danced with him that night." "Come now, Strout, what did she say? She wasn't engaged to you then. What did she say? Now be honest." Mr. Strout could not restrain a grim smile.
Mother was down to the store this afternoon buyin' liniment for Seth Strout, an' she met Miss Dearborn on the bridge. They got to talkin' 'bout school, for mother has summer-boarded a lot o' the schoolmarms, an' likes 'em. 'How does the little Temperance girl git along? asks mother. 'Oh, she's the best scholar I have! says Miss Dearborn.
Quincy Adams Sawyer was always a good friend to me, and a better one to you, Strout, than you deserved, judgin' from the way you've been talkin'. His money has been the makin' of both on us, and while we do business together I hope we'll let Mr. Sawyer, as the church folks say, rest in pieces."
I shall have it lifted up and another story put underneath. There will be room for a store twice as large as Strout's, and a hotel entrance and office on the ground floor. I'll put Hiram Maxwell in charge of the store." "Who'll run the hotel?" "'Zeke says Sam Hill is the man for the place, and his wife Tilly will be the housekeeper, chief cook, etc." "Do you mean to run Mr. Strout out of town?"
No more whip, she needs only the voice and little of that." "Alice," said Quincy, "Mr. Strout has invited us to dinner. He will be offended unless his invitation is accepted." "I don't feel equal to meeting that man in his own house. I cannot bear him even at long range. Take Maude." "I'll go, Quincy. I love these odd characters." "He's married and has a little boy," said Alice.
Quincy passed the morning at the grocery, making arrangements for the establishment of the branch stores, Mr. Strout's plans being approved with some material modifications. Strout told his wife that Mr. Sawyer had fixed it so he couldn't get control of the business, but that he would put a flea in his ear some fine day. "I can't see through it," said Bessie Strout.
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