"Come, don't rub the lamp. Rub the ring and get two cigars. I'll sit
up and wait for them. If Boyd asks you why I have been dodging him,
tell him I'm not well."
The lawn was a spread of blue grass, beneath trees with low, hanging
boughs, and through the misty light and moving shadows the house
looked like a castle. The air was vibrant with the music of the
"string" band, gathered from the livery stable and the barber shop;
and mingled with the music as if it were a part of the sound, was the
half sad scent of the crushed geranium. At the gate a black man, in a
long coat buttoned to the ground, took Lyman's card of invitation.
From groups of white came the laugh of youth, and from darker
gatherings came the hum of talk. Lyman shook hands with nearly every
one whom he met, laughing; and his good humor was an introduction to
persons he had never seen before. He felt that he was a part of a
joke which everyone was enjoying. The Hon. S. Boyd came forward and
shook hands with him.
"I am delighted to welcome you to my grounds," said the great man,
speaking as if he had invited Lyman to hunt in a forest of a thousand
acres. "And your partner, will he be here?"
"No, he's not very well this evening," Lyman answered, walking slowly,
arm-hooked with the great man.
"I am sorry to hear it. A man of wonderful energy, sir. Quite the sort
of a man we need in Old Ebenezer. And I am glad to see that his paper
is picking up. I was over at the State Capital the other day, and the
Governor spoke of something taken from its columns."
"Mr. Warren remembers your kindness, sir," replied Lyman; "not only
your words of encouragement, but the money you so generously advanced
to him."
"A paltry sum, and really I had forgotten it."
"The sum was not large, but any debt is embarrassing until we pay it,
and then we can look back upon it as a pleasure."
"Sound doctrine, Mr. Lyman. But there must be no embarrassment in
this matter. So, if you please, you may tell Mr. Warren that I will
take enough copies of the next edition to cancel the debt. Not enough
to embarrass him, you understand. It would come to about one hundred
copies, I believe. But let him make it two hundred, as I wish to send
it out pretty largely, and I will send him five dollars in addition.
Will you pardon me if I mix business with pleasure, and give you the
money now?" He unhooked his arm.
"I shall be delighted to act as your messenger," Lyman replied.
"I thank you, sir; you are very obliging. And now," he added, when he
had given Lyman the money, "we'll go over to the grotto and get a
lemonade and a cigar."
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