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Hedrick, resuming a position upon the top step between the two groups, found the conversation of the larger annoying because it prevented him from hearing that of the smaller. It was carried on for the greater part by his mother and Mr. Trumble; Laura sat silent between these two; and Lindley's mood was obviously contemplative. Mr.
And she's so crazy about Corliss she's soft! Well, I used to be crazy about her myself, but I'm not soft I'm not the Lindley kind of loon, thank heaven!" "What kind are you, Trumble?" asked Ray, mildly. "Not your kind either," retorted the other going to the door. "She cut me on the street the other day; she's quit speaking to me.
You're only his echo; you spend half your life playing at being Vanrevel!" "Where is Vanrevel?" said Tappingham Marsh. "Ay, where is he!" raged Trumble, hammering the table till the glasses rang. "Let him come and answer for his own teaching; it's wasted time to talk to this one; he's only the pupil. Where is the traitor?"
Chenoweth wrote that while dancing the mazourka with a Lovely Being, the sweetest feelings of his soul, in a celestial stream, bore him away beyond control, in a seraphic dream; and he untruthfully stated that at the same time he saw her wipe the silent tear, omitting, however, to venture any explanation of the cause of her emotion. Old General Trumble boldly signed his poem in full.
Shall inform you of the Prossedings from Time to Time as we have New occurencys. mean Time I am Sir yr very Humble Servt Israel Putnam. N.B. The Throop of Horse is not Expected to come on till further notice. Sir. Being in hast and cannot write Disire a copy of this to be transmitted to Governor Trumble. A true copy, Ebenezer Williams. Pomfret, April 22, 1775.
I'll see General Trumble in heaven before I'll drink it!" There rose at once a roar of anger and disapproval, and Crailey became a mere storm centre amid the upraised hands gestulating madly at him as he stood, smiling again, upon his chair. "This comes of living with Tom Vanrevel!" shouted the General furiously. "This is his damned Abolition teaching!
"Cora wants to keep this Corliss in a corner of the porch where she can coo at him; so you and mother'll have to raise a ballyhoo for Dick Lindley and that Wade Trumble. It'd been funny if Dick hadn't noticed anybody was there and kissed her. What on earth does he want to stay engaged to her for, anyway?" "You don't know that she is engaged to Mr. Lindley, Hedrick." "Get out!" he hooted.
This small embarrassment, however, did not prevent General Trumble and young Mr. Chenoweth from coming to high words over Miss Carewe's little, gilt-filigree "programme" of dances.
Then, indeed, there was a mighty uproar; cheer after cheer ascended to the red vault of heaven; women wept, men whooped, and the people rushed for the heroes with wide-open, welcoming arms. Jefferson Bareaud and Frank Chenoweth and General Trumble dashed at Tom Vanrevel with incoherent cries of thanksgiving, shaking his hands and beating him hysterically upon the back.
Trumble joined the parting guest, making simultaneous adieus with unmistakable elation. Mr. Trumble's dreadful entertainment had made it a happy evening for him.
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