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As his convalescence progressed, Austen Vane fell into the habit of dropping in from time to time to chat with him, and gradually was rewarded by many vivid character sketches of Mr. Meader's neighbours in Mercer and its vicinity. One afternoon, when Austen came into the ward, he found at Mr.
You don't know my father, Mr. Vane. He isn't the kind of man with whom that would make any difference. You ought to talk it over with him. He thinks you were foolish to take Zeb Meader's side." "And you?" Austen demanded quickly. "You see, I'm a woman," said Victoria, "and I'm prejudiced for Zeb Meader. Women are always prejudiced, that's our trouble.
"Of course," she continued, "I felt a little like boasting of an 'accidental acquaintance' with the man who saved Zeb Meader's life." Austen laughed. Then he drew Pepper down to a walk, and turned to her. "The power of making it more than an accidental acquaintance lies with you," he said quietly. "I have always had an idea that aggression was a man's prerogative," Victoria answered lightly.
A young woman, surrounded as she was, could be expected to know little of the subtleties of business and political morality: let him take Zeb Meader's case, and her loyalty would naturally be with her father, if she thought of Austen Vane at all.
"And did you tell Zeb?" asked Austen. "Yes," Victoria admitted, "but I'm sorry I did, now." "What did Zeb say?" Victoria laughed in spite of herself, and gave a more or less exact though kindly imitation of Mr. Meader's manner. "He said that wimmen-folks had better stick to the needle and the duster, and not go pokin' about law business that didn't concern 'em.
In that case I should have to advise you to accept." He was aware that, while he made this statement, Zeb Meader's eyes were riveted on him, and he knew that the farmer was weighing him in the balance. "Sell out?" exclaimed Mr. Meader. "You advise me to sell out?" Austen did not get angry. He understood this man and the people from which he sprang.
Meader's bedside a basket of fruit which looked too expensive and tempting to have come from any dealer's in Ripton. "A lady came with that," Mr. Meader explained. "I never was popular before I was run over by the cars. She's be'n here twice. When she fetched it to-day, I kind of thought she was up to some, game, and I didn't want to take it." "Up to some game?" repeated Austen.
You don't know my father, Mr. Vane. He isn't the kind of man with whom that would make any difference. You ought to talk it over with him. He thinks you were foolish to take Zeb Meader's side." "And you?" Austen demanded quickly. "You see, I'm a woman," said Victoria, "and I'm prejudiced for Zeb Meader. Women are always prejudiced, that's our trouble.
"Of course," she continued, "I felt a little like boasting of an 'accidental acquaintance' with the man who saved Zeb Meader's life." Austen laughed. Then he drew Pepper down to a walk, and turned to her. "The power of making it more than an accidental acquaintance lies with you," he said quietly. "I have always had an idea that aggression was a man's prerogative," Victoria answered lightly.
Meader's bedside a basket of fruit which looked too expensive and tempting to have come from any dealer's in Ripton. "A lady came with that," Mr. Meader explained. "I never was popular before I was run over by the cars. She's be'n here twice. When she fetched it to-day, I kind of thought she was up to some, game, and I didn't want to take it." "Up to some game?" repeated Austen.
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