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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.
Sometimes they took a seat at the theatre, more often at the old Ascension Church, and once they attended a President's reception. Joyce had the bearing of a well-bred lady, and the purity of thought of a child. She was noticed as if she had been a new and distinguished arrival in Washington. "Ah! Reybold," said Pontotoc Bibb, "I understand, ole feller, what keeps you so quiet now.
He threw his head upon the table and burst into tears. Mrs. Tryphonia Basil kept a boarding-house of the usual kind on Four-and-a-Half Street. Male clerks there were no female clerks in the Government in 1854 to the number of half a dozen, two old bureau officers, an architect's assistant, Reybold, and certain temporary visitors made up the table.
"A letter!" exclaimed Mr. Bee, "with the frank of Reybold on it that Yankeest of Pennsylvania Whigs! Yer's familiarity! Wants me to appoint one U U U, what?" "Uriel Basil," said the small boy on crutches, with a clear, bold, but rather sensitive voice. "Uriel Basil, a page in the House of Representatives, bein' an infirm, deservin' boy, willin' to work to support his mother.
"Nothing," said Reybold in a quiet way. "I can not give a man like you anything, even to get rid of him." "You're mean," said the stylish beggar, winking to the rest. "You hate to put your hand down in yer pocket, mightily. I'd rather be ole Beau, and live on suppers at the faro banks, than love a dollar like you!"
Reybold threw open the door and entered into the presence of Mrs. Basil and her daughter. The former arose with surprise and shame, and cried: "Jedge Basil, the Dutch have hunted you down. He's here the Yankee creditor." Joyce Basil held up her hand in imploration, but Reybold did not heed the woman's remark.
Accept it, and leave Washington with me and with your brother. I love you wholly." A happy light shone in her face a moment. She was weary to the bone with the day's work and had not the strength, if she had the will, to prevent the Congressman drawing her to his heart. Sobbing there, she spoke with bitter agony: "Heaven bless you, dear Mr. Reybold, with a wife good enough to deserve you!
"Give me at once the address of your husband," he spoke. "If you do not, I shall ask your daughter for it, and she cannot refuse me." The mistress of the boarding-house was not without alarm, but she dispelled it with an outbreak of anger. "If my daughter disobeys her mother," she cried, "and betrays the Jedge's incog., she is no Basil, Colonel Reybold.
"No, I never saw him, Mr. Reybold, but I've had letters from him." "Don't he ever come to see you when you are sick?" "No. He wanted to come once when my back was very sick, and I laid in bed weeks and weeks, sir, dreaming, oh! such beautiful things. I thought mamma and sister and I were all with papa in that old home we are going to some day.
"Go and work like me. You're big, and you called Mr. Reybold mean. Haven't you got a wife or little girl, or nobody to work for? You ought to work for yourself, anyhow. Oughtn't he, gentlemen?" Reybold, who had slipped around by the little cripple and was holding him in a caressing way from behind, looked over to Beau and was even more impressed with that generally undaunted worthy's expression.
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