United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“That would only add the marvel of heredity to the other marvels,” said
Meschines. “Suppose we leave the things we can’t understand, and come to
those we can?”
“I have something to say, General Trednoke,” said Freeman.
“I think I have already guessed what it may be, Mr. Freeman,” returned
the general, gravely. “Old people have eyes, and hearts too, as well as
young ones.”
“Come, Trednoke,” interposed the professor, with a chuckle, “your eyes
might not have seen so much, if I hadn’t held the lantern.”
“I love your daughter, and I told her so yesterday morning,” went on
Freeman, after a pause. “I meant to tell you on my return. I know
I don’t appear desirable as a son-in-law. But I came here on a
commission----”
“Meschines and I have talked it all over,” the general said. “When
an old West-Pointer and a professor of physics get together, they are
sometimes able to put two and two together. And, to tell the truth,
I received a letter from a member of your syndicate, who is also
an acquaintance of mine, which explained your position. Under the
circumstances, I consider your course to have been honorable. You and
I were both in search of the same thing, and now, as it appears, nature
has sent an earthquake to do our affair for us. No operations of ours
could have achieved such a result as last night’s disturbance did; and
if that do not prove effective, nothing else will.”
“If it turns out well, I was promised a share in the benefits,” said
Freeman, “and that would put me in a rather better condition, from a
worldly point of view.”
“After all,” interrupted Meschines, “you found your way to the spot from
which the waters broke forth, and may fairly be entitled to the credit
of the discovery.--Eh, Trednoke? At any rate, we found nothing.--Yes,
I think they’ll have to admit you to partnership, Harvey: and Miriam
too,--who, by the way, seems to be the only one who actually penetrated
into this cave you speak of. Maybe the removal of the chest pulled
the plug out of the bung-hole, as it were: the escape of confined air
through such a vent would be apt to draw water along with it. By the
way, let’s have a look at this same chest: it looks solid enough to hold
something valuable.”
“I would like, in the first place, to hear what General Trednoke has to
say about what I have told him,” said Freeman, clearing his throat.
“Miriam,” said the general, “do you wish to be married to this young
man?”
The old soldier was sitting with her hand in his, and he turned to her
as he spoke. She threw her arms round his neck, and pressed her face
against his shoulder. “He is to me what you were to mamma,” she said, so
that only he could hear.
“Then be to him what she was to me,” answered the general, kissing her.
“Ah me, little girl! I am old, but perhaps this is the right way for
me to grow young again. Well, if you are of the same mind six months
hence----”
“Worse; it will be much worse, then,” murmured the professor. “Better
make it three.”
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