There were still other reasons for his popularity.  While he was not as white as some of the Blue Veins, his appearance was such as to confer distinction upon them.  His features were of a refined type, his hair was almost straight; he was always neatly dressed; his manners were irreproachable, and his morals above suspicion.  He had come to Groveland a young man, and obtaining employment in the office of a railroad company as messenger had in time worked himself up to the position of stationery clerk, having charge of the distribution of the office supplies for the whole company.  Although the lack of early training had hindered the orderly development of a naturally fine mind, it had not prevented him from doing a great deal of reading or from forming decidedly literary tastes.  Poetry was his passion.  He could repeat whole pages of the great English poets; and if his pronunciation was sometimes faulty, his eye, his voice, his gestures, would respond to the changing sentiment with a precision that revealed a poetic soul and disarmed criticism.  He was economical, and had saved money; he owned and occupied a very comfortable house on a respectable street.  His residence was handsomely furnished, containing among other things a good library, especially rich in poetry, a piano, and some choice engravings.  He generally shared his house with some young couple, who looked after his wants and were company for him; for Mr. Ryder was a single man.  In the early days of his connection with the Blue Veins he had been regarded as quite a catch, and young ladies and their mothers had manoeuvred with much ingenuity to capture him.  Not, however, until Mrs. Molly Dixon visited Groveland had any woman ever made him wish to change his condition to that of a married man.

Mrs. Dixon had come to Groveland from Washington in the spring, and before the summer was over she had won Mr. Ryder’s heart.  She possessed many attractive qualities.  She was much younger than he; in fact, he was old enough to have been her father, though no one knew exactly how old he was.  She was whiter than he, and better educated.  She had moved in the best colored society of the country, at Washington, and had taught in the schools of that city.  Such a superior person had been eagerly welcomed to the Blue Vein Society, and had taken a leading part in its activities.  Mr. Ryder had at first been attracted by her charms of person, for she was very good looking and not over twenty-five; then by her refined manners and the vivacity of her wit.  Her husband had been a government clerk, and at his death had left a considerable life insurance.  She was visiting friends in Groveland, and, finding the town and the people to her liking, had prolonged her stay indefinitely.  She had not seemed displeased at Mr. Ryder’s attentions, but on the contrary had given him every proper encouragement; indeed, a younger and less cautious man would long since have spoken.  But he had made up his mind, and had only to determine the time when he would ask her to be his wife.  He decided to give a ball in her honor, and at some time during the evening of the ball to offer her his heart and hand.  He had no special fears about the outcome, but, with a little touch of romance, he wanted the surroundings to be in harmony with his own feelings when he should have received the answer he expected.