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We have been wondering, she said, brightly, who would be the first to call upon us, and you have come at exactly the right time. New residents are always given two weeks, are they not, in which to get settled?
Quite so, my dear madam, quite so, and I trust that you are by this time fully accustomed to your changed environment. Judson Centre, while possessing few metropolitan advantages, has distinct and peculiar recommendations of an individual character which endear the locality to those residing therein.
I think I shall like it here, said Dorothy. At least I shall try to.
A very commendable spirit, rejoined the old gentleman, warmly, and rather remarkable in one so young.
Mrs. Carr graciously acknowledged the compliment, and the guest flushed with pleasure. To perception less fine, there would have been food for unseemly mirth in his attire. Never in all her life before had Dorothy seen rough cow-hide boots, and grey striped trousers worn with a rusty and moth-eaten dress-coat in the middle of the afternoon. An immaculate expanse of shirt-front and a general air of extreme cleanliness went far toward redeeming the unfamiliar costume. The silk hat, with a bell-shaped crown and wide, rolling brim, belonged to a much earlier period, and had been brushed to look like new. Even Harlan noted that the ravelled edges of his linen had been carefully trimmed and the worn binding of the hat brim inked wherever necessary.
His wrinkled old face was kindly, though somewhat sad. His weak blue eyes were sheltered by an enormous pair of spectacles, which he took off and wiped continually. He was smooth-shaven and his scanty hair was as white as the driven snow. Now, as he sat in Uncle Ebeneezers parlour, he seemed utterly friendless and forlorn a complete failure of that pitiful type which never for a moment guesses that it has failed.
It will be my delight, the old man was saying, his hollow cheeks faintly flushed, to see that the elite of Judson Centre pay proper respect to you at an early date. If I were not most unfortunately a single gentleman, my wife would do herself the honour of calling upon you immediately and of tendering you some sort of hospitality approximately commensurate with your worth. As it is
As it is, said Harlan, taking up the wandering thread of the discourse, that particular pleasure must be on our side. We both hope that you will come often, and informally.
It would be a solace to me, rejoined the old gentleman, tremulously, to find the niece and nephew of my departed friend both congenial and companionable. He was my Colonel I served under him in the war and until the last, he allowed me to address him as Colonel a privilege accorded to no one else. He very seldom left his own estate, but at his request I often spent an evening or a Sunday afternoon in his society, and after his untimely death, I feel the loss of his companionship very keenly. He was my Colonel I
I should imagine so, said Harlan, kindly, though, as I have told you, I never knew him at all.
A much-misunderstood gentleman, continued Mr. Bradford, carefully wiping his spectacles. My grief is too recent, at present, to enable me to discourse freely of his many virtues, but at some future time I shall hope to make you acquainted with your benefactor. He was my Colonel, and in serving under him in the war, I had an unusual opportunity to know him as he really was. May I ask, without intruding upon your private affairs, whether or not it is your intention to reside here permanently?
We have not made up our minds, responded Harlan. We shall stay here this Summer, anyway,
as I have some work to do which can be done only in a quiet place.
Quiet! muttered the old gentleman, quiet place! If I might venture to suggest, I should think you would find any other season more agreeable for prolonged mental effort. In Summer there are distractions
Yes, put in Dorothy, in Summer, one wants to be outdoors, and I am going to keep chickens and a cow, but my husband hopes to have his book finished by September.
His book! repeated Mr. Bradford, in genuine astonishment. Am I actually addressing an author?
He beamed upon Harlan in a way which that modest youth found positively disconcerting.
A would-be author only, laughed Harlan, the colour mounting to his temples. Ive done newspaper work heretofore, and now Im going to try something else.
My dear sir, said Mr. Bradford, rising, I must really beg the privilege of clasping your hand. It is a great honour for Judson Centre to have an author residing in its midst!
Taking pity upon Harlan, Dorothy hastened to change the subject. We hope it may be, she observed, lightly, and I wonder, Mr. Bradford, if you could not give me some good advice?
I shall be delighted, my dear madam. Any knowledge I may possess is trebly at your service, for the sake of the distinguished author whose wife you have the honour to be, for the sake of your departed relative, who was my friend, my Colonel, and last, but not least, for your own sake.