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"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 ain't so bad as it might be with sech folks as her and you araound," admitted Mr. Meader. "I'd almost agree to get run over again. She was askin' about you, and that's a fact, and I didn't slander you, neither. But I never callated to comprehend wimmen-folks." "Now, Mr. Meader," said Victoria, reprovingly, but there were little creases about her eyes, "don't be a fraud."
"I took particular pains to do so." "Hand 'em over to Tooting. What kind of man is this Meagre?" "He is rather meagre now," said Austen, smiling a little. "His name's Meader." "Is he likely to make a fuss?" "I think he is," said Austen.
Again her eyes irresistibly sought Austen's, as though to share with him the humour of this remark, and they laughed together. Her colour, so sensitive, rose again, but less perceptibly this time. Then she got up. "That's unfair, Mr. Meader!" she protested. "I'll leave it to Austen," said Mr. Meader, "if it ain't probable. He'd ought to know."
The man had been near to death himself, was compelled to spend part of the summer, his bread-earning season, in a hospital, and yet no appeal or word of complaint had crossed his lips. "Mr. Meader," said Austen, "I came over here to tell you that in my opinion you are entitled to heavy damages from the railroad, and to advise you not to accept a compromise.
Certainly Zeb Meader had not spared his father. "How do you define 'the fittest?" asked Austen. "Are they the men who have the not unusual and certainly not exalted gift of getting money from their fellow creatures by the use of any and all weapons that may be at hand? who believe the acquisition of wealth to be exempt from the practice of morality? Is Mr.
Meader, although he had not been able to work since his release from the hospital, had been able to talk, and the interest taken in the case by the average neglected citizen in Putnam proved that the weekly newspaper is not the only disseminator of news. The railroad's side of the case was presented by that genial and able practitioner of Putnam County, Mr.
"Wanted they should know you," said Mr. Redbrook. "They've all heard of you and what you did for Zeb." Austen flushed. He was aware that he was undergoing a cool and critical examination by those present, and that they were men who used all their faculties in making up their minds. "I'm very glad to meet any friends of yours, Mr. Redbrook," he said. "What I did for Meader isn't worth mentioning.
"So your son, the son of the man who has been my legal adviser and confidant and friend for thirty years, is going to join the Crewel and Tootings in their assaults on established decency and order! He's out for cheap political preferment, too, is he? By thunder! I thought that he had some such thing in his mind when he came in here and threw his pass in my face and took that Meader suit.
"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.
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