The Queen of Sheba & My Cousin the Colonel eBook

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manner, and insisting on having everybody about him happy.  He would strangle an old friend rather than not have him happy.  A characteristic story is told of a quarrel he had with a chum of thirty or forty years’ standing, Ripley Sturdevant Sen.  Sturdevant came to grief in the financial panic of 1857.  Lynde held a mortgage on Sturdevant’s house, and insisted on cancelling it.  Sturdevant refused to accept the sacrifice.  They both were fiery old gentlemen, arcades ambo.  High words ensued.  What happened never definitely transpired; but Sturdevant was found lying across the office lounge, with a slight bruise over one eyebrow and the torn mortgage thrust into his shirt-bosom.  It was conjectured that Lynde had actually knocked him down and forced the cancelled mortgage upon him!

In short, David Lynde was warm-hearted and generous to the verge of violence, but a man in every way unfitted by temperament, experience, and mode of life to undertake the guardianship of a child.  To have an infant dropped into his arms was as excellent an imitation of a calamity as could well happen to him.  I am told that no one could have been more sensible of this than David Lynde himself, and that there was something extremely touching in the alacrity and cheerfulness with which he assumed the novel responsibility.

Immediately after the funeral—­Mrs. Lynde had resided in Philadelphia—­ the uncle brought the boy to New York.  It was impossible to make a permanent home for young Lynde in bachelor chambers, or to dine him at the club.  After a week of inconvenience and wretchedness, complicated by the sinister suspicions of his landlady, David Lynde concluded to send the orphan to boarding-school.

It was at Flatbush, Long Island, that I made the acquaintance of the forlorn little fellow.  His cot was next to mine in the dormitory; we became close friends.  We passed our examinations, left Flatbush at the same time, and entered college together.  In the meanwhile the boy’s relations with his guardian were limited to a weekly exchange of letters, those of the uncle invariably beginning with “Yours of Saturday duly at hand,” and ending with “Enclosed please find.”  In respect to pocket-money young Lynde was a prince.  My friend spent the long vacations with me at Newburgh, running down to New York occasionally to pass a day or so with the uncle.  In these visits their intimacy ripened.  Old Lynde was now become very proud of his bright young charge, giving him astonishing dinners at Delmonico’s, taking him to Wallack’s, and introducing him to the old fossils at the club as “my boy Ned.”

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