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Updated: June 19, 2025
In that old man's long waxed mustache, crimped hair, and threadbare finery the Congressman recognized Old Beau, the outcast gamester and mendicant, and the father of Joyce and Uriel Basil. "Colonel Reybold," faltered that old wreck of manly beauty and of promise long departed, "Old Beau's passing in his checks.
You've got a wife unbeknown to the Remittee! and a happy man I know you air." It pleased Reybold to hear this, and deepened his interest in the landlady's family. His attention to her daughter stirred Mrs. Basil's pride and revolt together. "My daughter, Colonel Reybold," she said, "is designed for the army.
"O my Lord!" she said, in the negrofied phrase natural to her latitude, "I wish it was no sin to wish him dead." "Tell me, my friend," said Reybold, "can I do nothing to assist you both? Let me understand you. Accept my sympathy and confidence. Where is Uriel's father? What is this mystery?" She did not answer. "It is for no idle curiosity that I ask," he continued.
Reybold was impressed with something in the attitude of the two, which made him forget his own interest in the controversy. Beau answered with a tone of nearly tender pacification: "Now, my little man; come, don't be hard on the old veteran!
His half-uncle, Gineral Johnson, of Awkinso, was a torkey-killer of high celebrity. He was a Deshay on his Maw's side. I s'pose you haven't the torkey in the Dutch country, Mr. Reybold?" "Madame," said Reybold, in a quieter moment, "have you written to the Judge the fact of his son's death?" "Oh, yes to Fawquear." "Mrs. Basil," continued the Congressman, "I want you to be explicit with me.
Oh! let me sleep and see if it will be so again." The outcast raised his gold-headed cane and hobbled up and down the room with a laced handkerchief at his eyes. "Great God!" he exclaimed, "another generation is going out, and here I stay without a stake, playing a lone hand forever and forever." "Beau," said Reybold, "there's hope while one can feel.
On another occasion, at sight of Joyce Basil cooking over the fire, against whose flame her moulded arms took momentary roses upon their ivory, Reybold said to himself: "Surely there is something above the common in the race of this girl." And he asked the question of Mrs. Basil: "Madame, how was the Judge, your husband, at the last advices?" "Hunting the snipe, Mr. Reybold.
It might even be that she had been tempted here by some wretch whose villainy she knew not of. Reybold's brain took fire at the thought, and he pursued the fugitive into the doorway. A negro steward unfastened a slide and peeped at Reybold knocking in the hall; and, seeing him of respectable appearance, bowed ceremoniously as he let down a chain and opened the door.
An expression of agitation and cunning passed over Mrs. Basil's face. "Colonel Reybold," she whined, "I pity your blasted hopes. If I was a widow, they should be comfoted. Alas! my daughter is in love with one of the Fitzchews of Fawqueeah. His parents is cousins of the Jedge, and attached to the military." The Congressman looked disappointed, but not yet satisfied.
She'll give you a nice warm meal every day. Go with him, Mr. Reybold! If you ask for him it will be all right; for Joyce dear Joyce! she loves you." The beach birds played again along the strand; the boy ran into the foam with his companions and felt the spray once more. The Mighty Hunter shot his bird a little cripple that twittered the sweetest of them all.
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