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Bassett and the children with which to embellish his article, Bassett declined to give them with a firmness that ended the matter; but he promised to provide photographs of the house and grounds and of the Waupegan cottage and send them to Harwood in a day or two.
Many men sought Harwood and inquired in awed whispers as to Bassett's whereabouts, but he gave evasive answers. He knew, however, that Bassett had taken an early morning train for Waupegan, accompanied by Fitch, their purpose being to discuss in peace and quiet the legal proceeding begun to gain control of the "Courier."
"Well, well," she said, glancing over the letter; "that man I've got at Waupegan is turning out better than I expected when I put him there; or else he's the greatest living liar. You never can tell about these people. Well, well! Oh, yes, Morton; about that lawsuit. I saw Edward this afternoon and had a little talk with him about it." "You saw Thatcher about the suit!"
"I don't sympathize with that at all, Dan; you not only ought to stay in, but you ought to do all you can to make it impossible for men like Bassett and Thatcher to have any power. The honor of the state ought to be dear to all of us; and if I belonged to a party I think I should have a care for its honor too." The time was passing. It was not to discuss politics that he had gone to Waupegan.
Morton Bassett found Sylvia tutoring his son one day when he arrived at Waupegan unexpectedly. Mrs. Bassett explained the arrangement privately in her own fashion. "You seem to take no interest in your children, Morton. I thought Blackford was your particular pride, but the fact that he was practically expelled from school seemed to make not the slightest impression on you.
She voluntarily appeared at the evening meal and talked of irrelevant things: of her school work, of the sale of the house at Montgomery, of the projected school at Waupegan. "I'm going out for a while," she said, after an hour in the little office. "I shan't be gone long, Aunt Sally; don't trouble about me. I have my key, you know." When she had gone, Mrs.
"Sylvia's a mighty nice girl, and I guess her grandfather had just about raised her, from what she told me. I wonder what she's going to do?" she asked, turning to Harwood. "She's going back to college to take her degree, and then Mrs. Owen is going to have her at Waupegan this summer." "Oh! I didn't know Aunt Sally was going to open her house this summer!" said Marian, clearly surprised.
"Will you kindly tell me just what you intended doing?" asked Dan, still gripping the canoe. "I'd spoken to the minister here in the village. Marian was going to spend the night at his house and we were to be married in the morning as soon as I could get a license." "You can't get a marriage license in Waupegan; your minister ought to know that."
"I thought all Waupegan people preferred it to the Maine coast or Europe." "Oh, I suppose they do," said Marian. "But I think I could live through a season somewhere else. It will be good fun to have Aunt Sally's house open again. She must be making money out of that farm now. I suppose Sylvia's grandfather didn't have much money.
She heard his step and turned toward him, a slender, dark young woman in black. In the dim hall she did not at once recognize him, and he spoke first. "Good-afternoon, Miss Garrison! I am Mr. Bassett; I believe I introduced myself to you at Waupegan and that seems a long time ago." "I remember very well, Mr. Bassett," Sylvia replied, and they shook hands.
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