Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1896-02-20
PART III.

| PART III.
The captains daughter brought suit
against the owner of Flack's Neck as
she said that she would. She was care
full to explain to the lawyer whom she
retained that the bargain made by
Dunn g. Dunn was probably very
good one and she had no quarrel per-
sonally with Mr.. Quimby, who seemed
to be very estimable sort of man,
but that being n New England woman
she hoped that she would never allow
feeling to stand in the way of principle
end duty. Clearly, she argued, to sell
her property without her knowledge or
consent was an Infringement OF her
rights, and il she, lone woman, did
not stand up for her own rights she
would feel somehow unworthy OF
Bunker Hill and the Declaration of In
dependence.
The lawyer twiddled his thumbs and
contracted his brows and tried to look
as though he was giving serious atten-
ton to what his client was saying, but
in reality he was listening only to her
voice, and for that, being very young
man, he would have undertaken to liti'
gate for the moon II she had happened
to claim it. 1t did occur to him to ask
a question or two which seemed to have
an indirect bearing upon the case,
When the wreck had been restored to
the beach what did Miss Martling pro-
pose to do with it?
She had not considered that matter
ut all. 1t would be time enough when
the suit was won.
In the meantime Quimby and Nose;
were disturbed by an unthought-of con-
tingency. just when they had com
pleted the plans for the doors and par
titions; after consultations that were
always earnest and sometimes warm
and Moses had got out the stuff" fol
these architectural changes and inn
provements, the proprietor was served
with an injunction, restraining him
from cutting, saving, or removing any
portion of the woodwork of the Molly
L, Of Bangor, or making any addition
thereto of any character whatsoever.
Look a-here,' said Moses. II amt
Lccn injuncted and what's to prevent
my dom the work on my own response
bility2"
THAT wouldn't do" said Nathaniel
Law is law, and I'm going TO abide
Ivy it. But it looks like hard luck all
the same"
81 see that woman in the village, an
she asked me to say to you that eff you
mint no objection she calc'lated to come
down an look over what truck her pa
lcf' onto the derelick."
Moses paused and Nathaniel turned
with a livelier interest than he had
shown in anything since the lawyers
clerk had brought the restraining in
junction.
"What did you tell her?"
"Waal," drawled Moses, IT told her
that reckoned you had objections
enough 70 havin' anybody what was
lawn you n prowln' about your prop.
crty." AS the sailor finished this speech
lie looked serencly conscious Of having
done his whole ',uty in manner that
was above criticism, 80 that the vehe-
mence of Nathaniel's rejoinder startled
him. "You go up to the village and
tell that lady that you made the big
gest mistake yon ever made in your
life. Tell her-no, hold on. I'll write
her a note" Full of this purpose he
rose and started for the village, leaving
his henchman in state OF bewilder-
ment that coull find no expression.
This was the note that Quimby
wrote after an afternoon of laborious
thought:
MISS MARTLINa, Dear Madam: Ihave
just been informed that certain per-
son that did not know what he was
talking about. and taking q good deal
upon himself, which l never authorized
him to do and which have been very
much put out about, and wish to offer
you an apology for the same, told you
that l didn't want that you should
come to the wreck, which it is perfect.
ly natural you should want to come
seeing that it was your pas ship, and
lie having, as it were, spent his last
days on board her (all excepting the
very final sad scene of all, when don't
doubt he wished he was back on the
ship, want you to know that you are
perfectly welcome at all times to come
and go as you please, and as for my car
ing because you are having me about
the wreck, it don't make any difference
about your coming there. l mean be,
cause judge you are just standing ur
for what you think is your rights, same
az am standing up for mine. Yours
respectfully, NATHANIEL QUMBY."
Miss Martling was nettled at Moses
blunt rejection Of her overture. and did
not doubt that it echoed the senti.
Inents of his master. So it was with q
harder feeling than she had yet cher
ished towards her legal adversary thai
she went to the village post Office the
next morning. When she received
iQuimby's letter and had read 1t, hel
feelipgs toward the writer softepeC