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"She done went up to Mist' Gallowayses' blacksmith shop to git herse'f some new shoes." This pluralization of a familiar name was evidence on Bill Tilghman's part of the estimation in which he held our leading farrier, Mr. P. J. Galloway. "All right, take one of the other mules then. But get a hustle on," ordered Mr. Givens as he reëntered his office.
Hamilton for the moment was so convulsed with jealous rage that his very fingers curved, and he controlled them from his friend's throat with an effort. Tilghman's words brought him to his senses, and he laughed heartily. "I was as jealous as Othello, if you'll have the truth, and just why, I vow I don't know, for I met this young lady only once, and that a year ago.
Nature gives thousands of hints. Some can take them; some can only take the other thing. The hints are greatly preferred by nature and man. The forces of creation are yet in full play. Who can direct them? Rewards greater than Tilghman's await the thinker. We are permitted not only to think God's thoughts after him, but to do his works.
It had just been brought in from the country, you know. You should have heard him go on. He says there's nobody who can paint a portrait like it nowadays. He raved about her. You know it is Uncle John Tilghman's grandmother when she was a girl." His voice suddenly dropped to a more serious tone as he imparted this last bit of information.
The subject had now gone to that length that in a few days, to Grandmother Tilghman's slight indignation, Rhoda called the rector "William," and he answered her, "Dear Rhoda." The triple widow, however, had one lane to her consideration, up which the artful Rhoda strayed as soon as she saw the gate ajar. "Misc Tilghman," she said one day, "I been a-lookin' at you. I 'spect you was a real beauty.
That had some of Lely's qualities about it, especially in the flesh tones. He always tells me the inspiration to paint it came from an old picture belonging to his uncle. You know that of course?" and she laid a thin sandwich on Nathan's plate. "You mean Tilghman's Lely the one in his house in Kennedy Square? Oh," said Richard, lifting his fingers in appreciation, "I know every line of it.
"Why, Lord sakes! it's our Virgie!" cried Rhoda Holland. The girl, with all the energy of dread, sprang into the carriage by William Tilghman's side and threw her arms around him: "Save me! Save me!" "What ails you, Virgie?" cried the young man, assuringly. "You are in no danger, child!" "I am sold," the girl gasped, with terror on her tongue and in her wild eyeballs.
"Be sure to pick yo'se'f out one which ain't been pampered," was Bill Tilghman's parting shot. "Nummine dat part," retorted Red Hoss. "You jes' remember dis after I'm gone: Mules' niggers an' niggers' mules is 'bout to go out of style in dis man's town." In a way of speaking, Red Hoss in his final taunt had the rights of it.
So instantly intent was he that he did not see what followed next and that was Judge Priest crossing over to Mr. Edward Tilghman's side with another copy of a paper in his hand. "Ed," he bade him, "read this here article, won't you? Read it clear through to the end it might interest you maybe."
After which outburst he had shut himself up in his house, where, so he told one of his intimates, he intended to remain until he left for the Red Sulphur Springs, which he would do several weeks earlier than was his custom a piece of news which not only confirmed Tom Tilghman's gossip, but lifted several eyebrows in astonishment and set one or two loose tongues to wagging.
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