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John should have come to me, Brother Tombs, as he's always done. I say this to you privately, you know. I'll consider the loan practically made to me, for we simply can't let Fair go to Widewood, even if John puts shutters on all his windows."
Two men whose abiding-places lay in different directions away from Suez had no sooner made their two guesses than they proceeded to act upon them without knowledge of, or reference to, the other. About an hour after dark on the night of the golden wedding both these men were riding, one northward, the other southward, toward each other on the Widewood road. Widewood house was between them.
For my dear father's own sake I am glad, gladder than I can tell, that he has lost Rosemont. The loss may save him. But I'm glad, too, Mr. March, that it's come to you please hear me and to your mother. Of course I know your lost Widewood isn't all here; but so much of it is. I wish " March stopped her with a gesture. "I will not O I cannot hear any more! I'm ashamed to have let you say so much!
Then as abruptly it was hushed, the echoes died, and Barbara, at the grove gate, recalled the other twilight hour, a counterpart of this in all but its sadness, when, on this spot, she had bidden John March come the next day to show Widewood to Henry Fair. And now Henry Fair "some day soon," his unexpected letter said, was to come again. And she was letting him come.
So, thanks to Leviticus, the only man in Leggettstown who would stop at no pains to "suckumvent wickedness in high places," here she was, half-way to Widewood, and thus far safe against any unguessed machinations of the enemy or herself. In Suez, too, all went well. Before Mrs.
Sister March, s'I, 'let me go tell him! And s'she, jestingly, 'Go if you think it's safe. So here I am!" The old man laughed timorously. "Well?" John kept his hands in his lap, where each was trying to wrench the fingers off the other. "What is it?" "Why, John, the Lawd has provided! For one thing and even that the smallest, Sister March's Widewood lands air as good as hers again!"
Why why, you supprise why, I'm mighty sorry to heah that, seh. Gentlemen, Jedge March is dead." About a week beyond the middle of June, 1878, when John March had been something like a year out of Rosemont and nine months a teacher of mountain lads and lasses at Widewood, Barbara finished at Montrose. She did not read her graduation essay. Its subject was Time.
"Doggone your considerate little soul, you're just a hundred ton nicer and better than your father or anybody else is ever going to deserve!" But he read on: "For you remember, do you not? that I was free to speak of yours and papa's ambitions and plans for Widewood?
"You have it, Brother March," said Major Garnet suavely, but he flashed a glance at the teamster that stopped his grin, though he only said, "Howdy, Cornelius." "Brother March, let me make you acquainted with one of our boys. You remember Squire Ravenel, of Flatrock? This is the only son the war's left him. Adjutant, this is Judge March of Widewood, the famous Widewood tract.
March, who was staring aside in fierce abstraction, started. "I reckon not," he said, and stared in the other direction. "So, then, Widewood and all its costly improvements belong half to the three counties and half to Garnet's construc " "John" the Colonel lifted his pallid hand with an air of amiable greatness "my construc', seel view play! Not Garnet's.
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