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He was a capital pistol and rifle-shot, a fine horseman, and as devoid of fear as the men against whom he directed his movements. Unconsciously Monteith Sterry brought a grievous peril upon his friends, who held him in so high regard. Hated intensely by the rustlers, they were not long in learning that he spent a great deal of his time at the Whitneys.
No wonder people have to move up-town." Nora and Hanny went over in the Park after dinner. But it wasn't much fun to be alone; so they walked up and down the street, and then Delia took them in the stage down to the Battery. People were promenading in gala attire. Saturday afternoon had quite a holiday aspect. There was a big steamer coming up the bay. The Whitneys had heard twice from Mr.
"Keep me informed of what transpires at the Whitneys'," directed Miller, picking up his coat. "Very well, Herr Captain. Permit me to help you." The chauffeur stepped closer to his side and while assisting him, whispered: "Did you get the invention?" Miller thrust his right arm into the coat sleeve with slow precision, and his left arm into its sleeve with equal care before answering. "Yes."
It was somewhat curious; but Ben, who had never cared for fixing up, though he was always clean, suddenly developed a new care for his cuffs and collars, and indulged in light-coloured neckties, and gloves that he could no longer "run and jump in," as Jim had accused him of doing. He went out Sunday evening to tea, which was a new thing, though he often stayed at the Whitneys' through the week.
It was Margaret's Saturday, so Hanny ran around in the morning to tell her of the new arrangements. They were to meet the Whitneys at Courtlandt Street, so they had an early lunch, and started in good time. Hanny was so interested in everything that she was a charming companion. It seemed queer that Mr. Whitney could remember when there was no railroad, and you travelled mostly by stage-coaches.
He had been out riding on the desert and had got off to look at something, and a rattlesnake had struck him a big, dust-dirty thing on the wrist, and, very faint, he had galloped back to the Whitneys'. And what do you suppose she had done Mrs. Whitney, that is? Flung herself down on him and sucked the wound!
Hanny was well satisfied, and found a great many things to learn at Mrs. Craven's. Then Mr. Theodore Whitney came home, and published a book of travel letters. And another young man, one Bayard Taylor, had been abroad and seen all of Europe with knapsack and staff, and had published his "Views Afoot." Ben was so interested. He often stopped at the Whitneys for supper and a talk.
"Do you suppose the Whitneys are here?" she asked, adjusting her veil with nervous fingers as she crossed the uneven sidewalk. "Probably; I imagine we are late. Look out for that swing door." Foster put out a steadying hand. "This way," turning to the left of the entrance.
"I think we shall be good friends, Mr. Tisbett," said Jasper cordially, as he turned to wave his hand toward the little brown house; simultaneously the door opened, and all the young Peppers and Whitneys rushed out to help in the delightful unloading. It was well along in the afternoon.
"There's only one way to learn," said he quietly. "That's the way I've marked out for you. Don't forget we start up at seven. You can breakfast with me at a quarter past six, and we'll come down together." As Arthur walked homeward he pictured himself in jumper and overalls on his way from work of an evening meeting the Whitneys meeting Janet Whitney!
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