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
"Quite that. His family have been trying to marry him off to some one in
their own set ever since I have known him, but he's extremely difficult.
One of the most remarkable things about him is his amazing democracy. He
owns a palace on Fifth Avenue, but rarely occupies it, for he says it
bores him. He has a camp in the Adirondacks, but I have never known him
to visit it. His place in North Carolina pleases him because there he
commands space, and no one can crowd him or introduce him to people he
doesn't want to meet. He declares that the most interesting people don't
have more than a dollar a day to spend; that the most intelligent and
the best-looking girls in America clerk in shops and work in factories.
A philanthropic lady in New York supplies him every Christmas with a
list of names of laundry girls, who seem to appeal particularly to
Ardy's compassion, though he never knew one in his life, but he admires
them for the zeal with which they destroy buttonholes and develop the
deckle-edge cuff; and he has twenty-dollar bills mailed to them quite
mysteriously, and without any hint of who Santa Claus really is."
"But the girl he saw from the car window--did she also appeal to him
altruistically?"
"No; it was with her eye. He declared to me most solemnly that the girl
winked at him!"
Griswold was aware that Miss Osborne's interest in Ardmore cooled
perceptibly.
"Oh!" she said, with that delightful intonation with which a woman
utterly extinguishes a sister.
"I shouldn't have told you that," said Griswold, guiltily aware of
falling temperature. "He is capable of following a winking eye at a
perfectly respectful distance for a hundred years, and of being
entertained all the time by the joy of pursuit."
"It seems very unusual," said Barbara, with cold finality.
Griswold remembered this talk as, the next day, aboard the train bound
for Turner Court House, the seat of Mingo County, South Carolina, he
pondered a telegram he had received from Ardmore. He read and re-read
this message, chewing cigars and scowling at the landscape, and the
cause of his perturbation of spirit may be roughly summarized in these
words:
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