The Little Brown Jug at KildareNicholson, Meredith
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The Little Brown Jug at Kildare
Nicholson, Meredith
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Governors -- Fiction; Humorous stories; North Carolina -- Fiction; South Carolina -- Fiction
"He had, only a few days ago, invited me to visit him, though I had been
to his house so often that the obscurest servant knew that I was
privileged even beyond the members of Mr. Ardmore's own family in my
freedom of the place. When I saw that his house would be a convenient
point from which to study the Appleweight situation, I wired him that I
was on the way, and to my utter amazement he replied that he could not
entertain me--that scarlet fever was epidemic on the estate--on those
almost uncounted acres!"
And with a gulp and a mist in his eyes, Griswold drew rein and pointed,
from a hill that had now borne them to a considerable height, toward
Ardsley itself, dreamily basking in the bright morning sunlight within
its cincture of hills, meadows and forest.
"I never saw the place before! It's perfectly splendid!" cried Barbara,
forgetting that Griswold must be gazing upon it with the eyes of an
exile viewing grim, forbidding battlements that once hailed him in
welcome.
"It's one of the most interesting houses in America," observed
Griswold, who strove at all times to be just.
"There's a flag flying--I can't make out what it is," said Barbara.
"It's probably to give warning of the scarlet fever; it would be like
Ardy to do that. But we must hurry on to Mount Nebo."
He knew the ways of Ardsley thoroughly; better, in fact, than its owner
ever had in old times; but in his anger at Ardmore he would not set foot
on the estate if he could possibly avoid doing so in reaching the scene
of the night's contretemps. He found without difficulty the trail taken
by Habersham's men, and in due course of time they left their horses a
short distance from the church and proceeded on foot.
"It seems all the stupider in broad daylight," said Griswold, after he
had explained just what had occurred, and how the captors, in their
superstitious awe of Appleweight, had been afraid to carry him off the
moment they were sure of him, but had slipped back among their fellows
to wait until the coast was perfectly clear. To ease his deep chagrin
Barbara laughed a good deal at the occurrence as they tramped over the
scene discussing it. They went into the woods back of the church, where
Griswold began to exercise his reasoning powers.
"Some one must have come in from this direction and freed the man and
taken him away," he declared.
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