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I bet the old gentleman will be all right now, for the sight of her face is bettern' all the medicine in all the poth'cary consarns in St John." What a temptation presented itself to the young man. He could easily ask the honest-hearted fellow about his interview with Mr. Verne, and of the effect upon him; also the nature of the conversation.
"The doctor said I must go to Ojo Caliente, away down south, if I was to get well. John, if the Santa Fé road had 'a been for sale for a cent then, I couldn't 'a bought a spike. "At about the height of my ill-luck, I got a letter from Mabel Verne she had another name, but that don't matter and she asked me again to come to her; to have a home, and care and devotion.
"In my opinion he is all the more to be appreciated," returned the other in a tone of reproof which stung the young man with deep anger and resentment; but he was too artful to express himself, and from that moment there entered into his mind a firm resolve to lessen the high estimate that Marguerite Verne had formed of the would-be lover.
"I had begun to think that some prince in disguise had eloped with little sobersides." "I don't think we will be quite so fortunate, Eve," said Mrs. Verne, with a significant look which annoyed Marguerite more than she was willing to acknowledge. "Really, Madge, you are growing prettier every day since you came on English soil. Mamma, just look at her color; is it not bewitching?
With the perspective we possess today it can be seen that he is easily the equal of Verne, standing with him and H. G. Wells as one of the foremost science-fiction writers of his day. A. Langley Searles New York, N. Y. May 1947
Verne had married when very young, and was still in the prime of manhood. He was not handsome; but an intelligent, open countenance was the most pleasing attraction in his face. One could look upon him the second time without a feeling of dislike or even indifference. But there is another important personage of whom we must make mention the mistress of the Verne mansion.
Verne, raising her hand with haughty gesture and looking the embodiment of injured innocence. "Forgive me, mamma, I did not mean to anger you," said Mrs. Arnold with an air of deep contrition. This act was the latter's only safeguard. She knew well the key to her mother's character, and was determined to take advantage of every point.
He sometimes told her the story of some tale or novel he had been reading, and then two or three hours passed unnoticed like a minute. Now he began rather dolefully in a failing voice with his eyes shut. "It's ages, my dear, since I have read anything," he said when she asked him to tell her something. "Though I do sometimes read Jules Verne." "I was expecting you to tell me something new."
Marguerite had her face down upon the pillow, calmly awaiting the loved voice the voice that ere long would be silent forever! Mr. Verne had been tenderly raised to a sitting position, and supported by pillows, he was comfortable and easy. A smile lighted up his countenance and he looked calm and happy.
It seems to me I am getting old fast nothing tells on a man like that," said Mr. Verne, smiling and drawing from the pigeon-hole of a small desk a neatly-folded letter. "My little girl refers to you listen to this" and the fond father read a portion of the letter, in which she referred to the young lawyer, and begged that her father would convey her thanks for the very great thoughtfulness of Mr.
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