The Queen of Sheba & My Cousin the Colonel eBook

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Now, my dear uncle, I have wasted eight pages of paper and probably a hundred dollars’ worth of your time, if you do not see that I am begging you to find a position for Lynde in the Nautilus Bank.  After a little practice he would make a skilful accountant, and the question of salary is, as you see, of secondary importance.  Manage to retain him at Rivermouth if you possibly can.  David Lynde has the strongest affection for the lad, and if Vivien, whose name is Elizabeth, is not careful how she drags Merlin around by the beard, he will reassert himself in some unexpected manner.  If he were to serve her as he is supposed to have served old Sturdevant, his conduct would be charitably criticised.  If he lives a year he will be in a frame of mind to leave the bulk of his fortune to Ned.  They have not quarrelled, you understand; on the contrary, Mr. Lynde was anxious to settle an allowance of five thousand a year on Ned, but Ned would not accept it.  “I want uncle David’s love,” says Ned, “and I have it; the devil take his money.”

Here you have all the points.  I could not state them more succinctly and do justice to each of the parties interested.  The most unfortunate party, I take it, is David Lynde.  I am not sure, after all, that young Lynde is so much to be pitied.  Perhaps that club-house would not have worked well for him if it had worked differently.  At any rate he now has his own way to make, and I commend him to your kindness, if I have not exhausted it.

Your affectionate nephew, J. Flemming.

Five or six days after this letter reached Mr. Bowlsby, Mr. Edward Lynde presented himself in the directors’ room of the Nautilus Bank.  The young man’s bearing confirmed the favorable impression which Mr. Bowlsby had derived from his nephew’s letter, and though there was really no vacancy in the bank at the moment, Mr. Bowlsby lent himself to the illusion that he required a private secretary.  A few weeks later a vacancy occurred unexpectedly, that of paying-teller—­a position in which Lynde acquitted himself with so much quickness and accuracy, that when Mr. Trefethen, the assistant cashier, died in the December following, Lynde was promoted to his desk.

The unruffled existence into which Edward Lynde had drifted was almost the reverse of the career he had mapped out for himself, and it was a matter of mild astonishment to him at intervals that he was not discontented.  He thought Rivermouth one of the most charming old spots he had ever seen or heard of, and the people the most hospitable.  The story of his little family jar, taking deeper colors and richer ornamentation as it passed from hand to hand, made him at once a social success.  Mr. Goldstone, one of the leading directors of the bank, invited Lynde to dinner—­few persons were ever overburdened with invitations to dine at the Goldstones’—­and the door of many a refined home turned willingly on its hinges for the young man.  At the evening parties, that winter, Edward Lynde was considered almost as good a card as a naval officer.  Miss Mildred Bowlsby, then the reigning belle, was ready to flirt with him to the brink of the Episcopal marriage service, and beyond; but the phenomenal honeymoon which had recently quartered in Lynde’s family left him indisposed to take any lunar observations on his own account.

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