"I have arranged to consign you during dinner, to the tender mercies of
your avowed naval worshipper, Captain Winstead, who is spending the week
with his mother, and comes to us for this evening. The Governor and his
secretary have exclusive use of the library, and sometimes they are shut
up there after dinner. We can watch his movements, and you must storm
the citadel and expel Mr. Walton who lives at his typewriter."
On the paved driveway beneath the window sounded the beating of horses'
hoofs, and a man's deep, mellow voice saying:
"I'm sorry I cannot yield to your wishes, and, my dear Churchill, you
should remember that you once gave me an agate seal inscribed--'_J'y
suis, j'y reste_.'"
Devota shivered and rose. Mrs. Churchill caught her hand.
"Those two have just returned from their daily horseback ride, when,
secure from eavesdroppers, they discuss State politics. Did you hear,
'_J'y suis, j'y reste_?' He lives that historic motto! My husband thinks
him the noblest man on earth, despite the fact that as an attorney for
various classes, Rexford prepares bills that the Governor sometimes
fights stubbornly. A great many years ago, before his political career
began, when he was almost obscure, a horrid scandal was hatched against
Royal Armitage, who it seems held some professional secret, and rather
than betray the real sinner he kept silence, and endured disgrace until
an unexpected death-bed confession fully cleared his character; and
since then the people in that part of the State have never been able to
do enough for him. This is his second term. Now run away and get ready
for battle. You must look your best to-night and have barely time to
dress. By the by, speaking of deadly battles, wait a minute. Do you mind
telling me why and how you dared to cross swords with my august and
formidable cousin, who has half the alphabet in capital letters dangling
like a kite's ragged tail after her name, Professor Hannah Barbara
Brown?"
[Illustration: "_'J'y suis, j'y reste.' He lives that historic motto!_"]
Miss Lindsay had reached the door, but paused and looked back over her
shoulder:
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