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Would the mill owner speak to the boss? The mill owner, with a glance at the boss, did nothing of the kind, but immediately began to talk rapidly to Mr. Merrill. That gentleman, however, would not be talked to, but came running over to Jethro and seized his hand, leaving Mr. Worthington to walk on by himself. "Jethro," cried the little railroad president, "upon my word. Well, well.
"Mornin', Dudley," said the head, "busy?" "Come right in, Judge," answered Mr. Worthington. "Never too busy to see you." The head disappeared. "Take my advice, Mr. Wetherell." And then the storekeeper went into the bank. For some moments he stood dazed by what he had heard, the query ringing in his head: Why had Jethro Bass bought that note?
The spy handed, in silence, to the astounded man a sealed envelope, which was the tidings of an impending Waterloo. "Miss Worthington arrived night before last, with Boardman and Warner. They came on in a special car via the Pennsylvania road. She is at A. C. Stillwell's town house on Central Park West. The lawyers are both at the University Club.
Such were the ruminations of Cyrus Worthington at his own garden-party, and he pursued them at favoured moments with his glass of port at dessert, with his last cigar, with his whisky night-cap. In the city next day he rallied Thomas Welbore, who betrayed unlimited relish for the diversion; and within a few days more he left a card in Charles Street and took a late train to Walton-on-Thames.
Dodd, though astonished, hastened toward him. "Well, this is unexpected, Bob," said he. "How be you? Harvard College failed up?" For Mr. Dodd never let slip a chance to assure a member of the Worthington family of his continued friendship. "How are you, Mr. Dodd?" answered Bob, nodding at him carelessly, and passing on. Mr. Dodd did not dare to follow.
And how well she recalled, too, standing amidst the curious crowd before the great house which Mr. Worthington had just built. There are weeks and months, perhaps, when we do not think of people, when our lives are full and vigorous, and then perchance a memory will bring them vividly before us so vividly that we yearn for them.
But I believe that he was artist enough himself to appreciate the perfections of the first citizen's efforts. After a much longer interval than was necessary for their perusal, Mr. Worthington turned. "G-guess they'll do," said Jethro, as he folded them up. He was too generous not to indulge, for once, in a little well-deserved praise. "Hain't underdone it, and hain't overdone it a mite hev you?
There was quite a little fortune, and Alice suggested that it should be kept a secret for the present from all save Mrs. Worthington, a plan to which the colonel assented, helping Alice to recover and secrete her treasure, and then going with her to Mrs. Worthington, who sat weeping silently over the ruins of her home.
His father had given him everything except that communion of which Cynthia spoke so feelingly. Mr. Worthington had acted according to his lights: of all the people in the world he thought first of his son. But his thoughts and care had been alone of what the son would be to the world: how that son would carry on the wealth and greatness of Isaac D. Worthington.
She chose that form for it which would hurt him least. "Mr. Worthington is going to try to change these things?" Mr. Merrill roused himself at the words, and his eyes flashed. He became a different man. "Change them!" he cried bitterly, "change them for the worse, if he can. He will try to wrest the power from Jethro Bass. I don't defend him. I don't defend myself. But I like Jethro Bass.
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