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
She bade him give the letter plenty of time to copy, and talked
cheerfully while he waited. She spoke of her friends, as Southern people
have a way of doing, as though every one must of course know them--a
habit that is illuminative of that delightful Southern neighborliness
that knits the elect of a commonwealth into a single family, that
neither time and tide nor sword and brand can destroy. Ardmore's
humility increased as the names of the great and good of North Carolina
fell from her lips; for they were as strange to him as an Abysinnian
dynasty. It was perfectly clear that he was not of her world, and that
his own was insignificant and undistinguished compared with hers. His
spirit was stayed somewhat by the knowledge that he, and not the
execrable Gillingwater, had been chosen as her coadjutor in the present
crisis. His very ignorance of the royal families of North Carolina,
which she recited so glibly, and the fact that he was unknown at the
capital, had won him official recognition, and it was for him now to
prove his worth. The political plot into which he had been most
willingly drawn pleased him greatly; it was superior to his fondest
dream of adventure, and now, moreover, he had what he never had before,
a definite purpose in life, which was to be equal to the task to which
this intrepid girl assigned him.
"Well, that's done," said Miss Jerry, when the letter, still damp from
the copy-press, had been carefully sealed and stamped. "Governor Osborne
will get it in the morning. I think maybe we'd better telegraph him that
it's coming."
"I don't see much use in that, when he'll get the letter first thing
to-morrow," Ardmore suggested. "It costs money to telegraph and you must
have an economical administration."
"The good of it would be to keep him worried and make him very angry.
And if he told Barbara Osborne about it, it would make her angry, too,
and maybe she wouldn't sleep any all night, the haughty thing! Hand me
one of those telegraph blanks."
The message, slowly thumped out on the typewriter, and several times
altered and copied, finally read:
RALEIGH, N. C.
The Honorable Charles Osborne,
Governor of South Carolina,
Columbia, S. C.:
Have written by to-night's mail in Appleweight matter. Your
vacillating course not understood.
WILLIAM DANGERFIELD,
Governor of North Carolina.
"I reckon that will make him take notice;" and Miss Jerry viewed her
work with approval. "And now, Mr. Ardmore, here's a telegram from Mr.
Billings which I don't understand. See if you know what it means."
Ardmore chuckled delightedly as he read:
Can not understand your outrageous conduct in bond matter. If
payment is not made June first your state's credit is ruined. Where
is Foster? Answer to Atlanta.
GEORGE P. BILLINGS.
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