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Where is the Judge, your husband, at this moment?" "Excuse me, Colonel Reybold, this is a little of a assumption, sir. The Jedge might call you out, sir, for intruding upon his incog. He's very fine on his incog., you air awair." "Madame," exclaimed Reybold straightforwardly, "there are reasons why I should communicate with your husband. My term in Congress is nearly expired.
"I won't give you a farthing!" cried Reybold at the door, speaking to some one. "Chips, indeed! What shall I give you money to gamble away for? A gambling beggar is worse than an impostor! No, sir! Emphatically no!" "A dollar for four chips for brave old Beau!" said the other voice. "I've struck 'em all but you. By the State Arms! I've got rights in this distreek!
On another occasion, at sight of Joyce Basil cooking over the fire, against whose flame her molded 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.
He is now in pursuit of the ahem! the Kinvas-back on his ancestral waters. If he should hear that you suggested a pacific life and the grovelling associations of the capital for him, he might call you out, sir!" Reybold said no more; but one evening when Mrs.
"Thanks, Cleburn," said Bee; "this is a compliment not likely to be forgotten, coming from you. Then it is agreed, as the Chayman of yo' Committee, that I accede to the request of Mr. Reybold, of Pennsylvania?" "Aye!" from everybody. "And now," said Mr. Bee, "as we wair all up late at the club last night, I propose we take a second julep, and as Reybold is coming in he will jine us."
"Dear Uriel," whispered Reybold, "here's Old Beau, to whom you once spoke angrily. Don't you see him?" The little boy's eyes came back from far-land somewhere, and he saw the ruined gamester at his feet. "Dear Beau," he said, "I can't get off to go home with you. They Avon't excuse me, and I give all my money to mother. But you go to the back gate. Ask for Joyce.
Basil, Reybold noticed a pallor and flush alternately, and she evaded his eye. Once Mrs. Basil borrowed a hundred dollars from Reybold in advance of board, and the table suffered in consequence. "The Judge," she had explained, "is short of taxes on his Fawquear lands. It's a desperate moment with him."
Nothing moved in the solemn chamber of the committee but the voice of an old forsaken man, sobbing bitterly. The funeral was over, and Mr. Reybold marvelled much that the Judge had not put in an appearance. The whole committee had attended the obsequies of Crutch and acted as pall-bearers.
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.
"Gentlemen," said the Chairman of the Committee, Jeems Bee, "it 'pears to me that there's a social p'int right here. Reybold, bein' the only Whig on the Lake and Bayou Committee, ought to have something if he sees fit to ask for it. That's courtesy! We, of all men, gentlemen, can't afford to forget it." "No, by durn!" cried Fitzchew Smy. "You're right, Bee!" cried Box Izard.
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