Coniston — Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 138 pages of information about Coniston — Volume 02.

Coniston — Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 138 pages of information about Coniston — Volume 02.

“Better git up and git,” said Lem; “there’s three out of the five railroads against Truro, and Steve Merrill layin’ low.  Bije Bixby’s down there, and Heth Sutton, and Abner Parkinson, and all the big bugs.  Better get aboard, Jake.”

At this moment the discussion was interrupted by the sight of Cynthia Wetherell coming across the green with an open letter in her hand.

“It’s a message from Uncle Jethro,” she said.

The announcement was sufficient to warrant the sensation it produced on all sides.

“’Tain’t a letter from Jethro, is it?” exclaimed Sam Price, overcome by a pardonable curiosity.  For it was well known that one of Jethro’s fixed principles in life was embodied in his own motto, “Don’t write—­send.”

“It’s very funny,” answered Cynthia, looking down at the paper with a puzzled expression. “’Dear Cynthia:  Judge Bass wished me to say to you that he would be pleased if you and Will would come to the capital and spend a week with him at the Pelican House, and see the sights.  The judge says Rias Richardson will tend store.  Yours truly, P. Hartington.’  That’s all,” said Cynthia, looking up.

For a moment you could have heard a pine needle drop on the stoop.  Then Rias thrust his hands in his pockets and voiced the general sentiment.

“Well, I’ll be—­goldurned!” said he.

“Didn’t say nothin’ about Jake?” queried Lem.

“No,” answered Cynthia, “that’s all—­except two pieces of cardboard with something about the Truro Railroad and our names.  I don’t know what they are.”  And she took them from the envelope.

“Guess I could tell you if I was pressed,” said Lem, amid a shout of merriment from the group.

“Air you goin’, Will?” said Sam Price, pausing with his foot on the step of his buggy, that he might have the complete news before he left.

“Godfrey, Will,” exclaimed Rigs, breathlessly, “you hain’t a-goin’ to throw up a chance to stay a hull week at the Pelican, be you?” The mere possibility of refusal overpowered Rias.

Those who are familiar with that delightful French song which treats of the leave-taking of one Monsieur Dumollet will appreciate, perhaps, the attentions which were showered upon William Wetherell and Cynthia upon their departure for the capital next morning.  Although Mr. Wetherell had at one time been actually a resident of Boston, he received quite as many cautions from his neighbors as Monsieur Dumollet.  Billets doux and pistols were, of course, not mentioned, but it certainly behooved him, when he should have arrived at that place of intrigues, to be on the lookout for cabals.

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