Love stories; Political fiction; Southern States -- Fiction
Trench was momentarily embarrassed, then he plunged boldly. “In the
parlance, we would call him a machine man,” he said; “he was elected by
the same system that has ruled this State for years; he’s bound hand
and foot to it, and his reëlection means--a continuance of the present
conditions.”
It was now Colonel Royall’s turn to smile. “You mean a continuance of
Jacob Eaton? Well, I expect it will, and I don’t know but what it’s a
good thing. You haven’t converted me to your heresy, Mr. Trench, but
I’ve tasted of your hospitality, and if you don’t come and taste mine
I’ll feel it a disgrace. Why have you not come to see me, sir? I asked
you when I came here to acknowledge your courtesy to my daughter.”
Trench reddened again. “I’m coming, Colonel,” he said at once,
“but”--he hesitated--“are you sure that a man of my political faith
will be entirely welcome?”
Colonel Royall straightened himself. “Sir, Mr. Eaton does not choose my
guests. I appreciate your feeling and understand it. I shall be happy,
sir, to see you next Sunday afternoon,” and he bowed formally, having
risen to his full height.
Caleb took his proffered hand heartily, and walked with him to the
door. Yet he did not altogether relish the thought of a call at Broad
Acres; he remembered too vividly his visit there to refund Diana’s
money, and reddened at the thought of a certain receipt which he still
carried in his pocket. He had set out to restore her change because
he did not wish her to think she had been overcharged, and it was not
until he had fairly embarked upon the interview that he had regretted
not sending it by mail, and had reached a point where stealing it would
have seemed a virtue! The fact that the Broad Acres people seldom, if
ever, came to his shop had made its return in the natural course of
events doubtful, and the matter had seemed to him simple and direct
until Diana met it. The Quaker in him received its first shock that
night, and he recoiled from giving them another opportunity to mortify
his pride. Before that he had regarded Miss Royall as supremely and
graciously beautiful; since then he had realized that she could be both
thoughtless and cruel.
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