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"The one topic natually suggests the other," said Mr. Whedell, "for they are equally variable." This was one of the father's few standard jokes; and Maltboy always laughed at it with the heartiness of a future son-in-law. They then grappled with the great theme in earnest.
"Don't go. Put off your other call," ejaculated Mr. "Whedell, at the same time rising, and thereby indicating a perfect acquiescence in the departure of his guest. "You are in a hurry," said Miss Whedell, calmly, but without objection in voice or eye. Mr.
My friend Abernuckle has at last settled with his creditors at fifteen per cent., and wants possession of the house on the 1st of May. On that day this will be our home no longer." There was a fearless pull at the door bell. "It is a creditor," said Mr. Whedell. "I will face him." Mr. Whedell went to the door, and returned in a few moments. "It was the butcher," said he.
"And how did you like Washington, my child?" said the fond father, in his tenderest voice. "I hate it!" said Mrs. Chiffield, hurrying into the house, as if she were running away from her husband. "Hum. Well, I'm not surprised that she dislikes the capital. I believe most visitors do. Clemmy seems to be a little nervous from travelling, eh?" Mr. Whedell addressed these remarks to his son-in-law.
Numble, the butcher, who supplied the Whedells with meat on the strength of the brownstone front. Pursuant to instructions, the servant explained that Mr. Whedell was not up, and asked him to walk into the library and wait a few minutes. Mr. Numble growled as if he scented deception not far off but allowed himself to be conducted into the library. There he discovered Mr.
Whedell, folding up the check carelessly, and putting it in his pocket. "Shall I give you my note?" "Oh, no!" said the willing victim, blandly. "Hand it me any time, at your convenience." "Can return it within a week," responded Mr. Whedell; "but, on some accounts, the 1st of May will suit me best, if perfectly agreeable to you." "As you please." "We will call it the 1st of May, then.
"A capital plan," said he, at length; "but, unfortunately, the house is not mine. I only lease it." Chiffield's lips puckered up. "That's curious," thought he. "The old fellow must have put his money into bonds and stocks. Well, they are the best-paying investments." Mr. Whedell proceeded to break the news of his penniless condition to his son-in-law, gently. "Mr.
"There fore, sir, to come to the point at once, advance me ten thousand dollars to start in business again, and I will make a fortune in three years. It was the outside speculations of my partners that ruined me. Perhaps you don't know that dry goods are going up, sir? Now's the time to buy." "This man will drive me mad!" shrieked Mr. Whedell, combing his hair wildly with his hands.
Whedell, left to his own society, flattered himself that he had turned a rejected lover to a good account, and entered his library and sat down in the cold, that he might not, by his presence, mar the harmonious progress of the courtship upon which so much depended, in the parlor. Mr. Chiffield proposed, was accepted, and was married in a Broadway church about the middle of April.
In the few minutes that had elapsed since the retirement of Chiffield, Mr. Whedell had privately determined to give up everything to his creditors, leaving them to divide the spoils among themselves, and then to go out, expend his last quarter on a dose of poison, and end his existence. This resolution, suddenly taken, imparted preternatural composure both to his mind and his face.
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