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Suddenly Zeb raised himself in bed. "Hev' they be'n tamperin' with you?" he demanded. "Yes," answered Austen, dispassionately. He had hardly heard what Zeb had said; his mind had been going onward. "Yes. They sent me an annual pass, and I took it back." Zeb Meader did not speak for a few moments. "I guess I was a little hasty, Austen," he said at length. "I might have known you wouldn't sell out.
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.
Meader, apologetically, "that was stupid of me wahn't it? But I callated he'd know. She's the daughter of the railrud president the 'one that was askin' about you." There was an instant's pause, and the colour stole into Victoria's cheeks. Then she glanced at Austen and bit her lip-and laughed. Her laughter was contagious.
"I met her in the hospital. She used to go there to see Zeb Meader." "That's so," said Mr. Redbrook; "Zeb told me about it, and she used to come to Mercer to see him after he got out. She ain't much like the old man, I callate." "I don't think she is," said Austen.
They were old friends, and the doctor, it may be recalled, had been chiefly responsible for the preservation of the life of Mr. Zebulun Meader. "I have sent for you, Doctor," she said, "against instructions and on my own responsibility. Mr. Vane is ill, although he refuses to admit it." Dr. Tredway had a respect for Victoria and her opinions, and he knew Hilary.
"The question is for you to decide whether you can get more money by a settlement." "Money!" cried Zeb Meader, "I have found it pretty hard to git, but there's some things I won't do for it.
Nat Billings, who, by the way, did not file his draft after all. Not that Mr. Billings wasn't polite, but he indulged no longer in slow winks at the expense of the honourable Railroad Commission. Perhaps the most curious result of the Meader case to be remarked in passing, was upon Mr. Hamilton Tooting. Austen, except when he fled to the hills, was usually the last to leave the office, Mr.
"I saw Zeb Meader the other day, and he said you could be President of the United States." "Zeb meant that I was eligible having been born in this country," said Austen. "But where did you see him?" "I I went to see him." "All the way to Mercer?"
"It's true as gospel," declared the invalid; "they always got the better of me. I had one of 'em after me once, when I was young and prosperin' some." "And yet you have survived triumphant," she exclaimed. "There wahn't none of 'em like you," said Mr. Meader, "or it might have be'n different."
Suddenly Zeb raised himself in bed. "Hev' they be'n tamperin' with you?" he demanded. "Yes," answered Austen, dispassionately. He had hardly heard what Zeb had said; his mind had been going onward. "Yes. They sent me an annual pass, and I took it back." Zeb Meader did not speak for a few moments. "I guess I was a little hasty, Austen," he said at length. "I might have known you wouldn't sell out.
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