Evening journal., 1905-04-13

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it did seem very wonderful to us. then,
with its fine hammered servants. its
flowers. its abundant silver. Hope had
written much to her mother Of the de-
tails Of department at John Fulers
table and Elizabeth had delicately im-
parted TO us the things we ought to
know. We behaved well, have since
been told, although we got credit for
poorer appetites than we possessed.
Uncle Eb took no chances and refused
everything that had a look of mystery
and a suggestion Of peril, dropping a
droll remark betimes that sent a ripple
Of amusement around the table.
John Trumbull sat opposite me, and
even then / felt curious interest in
him-a big. full bearded man, quite six
feet tall, his skin and eyes dark, his
hair iron gray, his voice deep like Da-
vid's / could not get over the impress
sion that had seen him before--a feel
ing 1 have had often facing men l
rould never possibly have met. No
word came out Of his firm mouth un-
less he were addressed, and then all IN
hearing listened TO the little he had 70
say. It was never more than some
very simple remark. In bis face and
form and voice there was abundant
heraldry of rugged power and Oxllke
vitality.
have seen a bronze head OF Daniel
Webster, which, with a full beard
and an ample covering of gray hair,
would have given one a fairly per-
feet idea of the look Of John Trum-
bull. Imagine it on a tall and power
ful body, and let it speak with a
voice that has in it the deep and mu-
steal vibration one may hear in the
looing Of an OK, and you shall see as
perfectly as my feeble words can help
you to do this remarkable man who
must hereafter play before you his
part-compared to which mine is as
the prattle Of a child-in this drama Of
Gods truth.
@You have not heard" said Mrs.
Fuller, addressing me, how Mr..
Trumbull saved Hopes life"
"Saved her lifer / exclaimed.
"Saved her life" she repeated.
"There isn't a doubt of it, We never
sent word Of it for fear it would give
you all needless worry. 1t was a day
of last winter-fell crossing Broadway,
a dangerous place. He pulled her
aside just in time. The horses feet
were raised above her She would
have been crushed in a moment lie
lifted her in his arms and carried her
to the sidewalk not a bit the worse
for it,"
Seems as if it were fate" said
Hope Il had seen him so often and
wondered who he was. recall a night
when had to come home alone from
rehearsal. / was horribly afraid. l
remember passing him under a street
lamp. If he had spoken to me then I
should have dropped with fear, and he
would have had to carry me home that
time"
IT'S an odd thing a girl like you
should ever have to walk home alone"
said Mr.. Fuller. doesn't speak we'll
I for our friend Livingstone, or Burnham
there, or Dobbs."
Mrs. Fuller doesn't give US half
chance" said Livingstone. "She guards
her day and night. It's like the monks
and the holy grail'
Hope is independent Of the young
men," said Mrs. Fuller as we rose
from the table. IF I cannot go with
her myself in. the carriage I always
send a maid or man servant to walk
home with her. But Mr.. Fuller and
We're out OF town that night, and the
young men missed their great opportu-
nifty"
"Had a differ'nt way O. sparkin'
years ago" said Uncle Eb. Didn't
hev { please anybody but the girl then.
If We liked a girl We went an sot up
with her an gin her a smack an toll
her right out plain an square what ye
wanted. An thet settled it one way er
tother An her mother she slep' in the
next room, with the door half open, an
never paid no 'tention. Recollec' one
cor night when l was sparkin' the
mother holered out o. bed, Lucy, hev
We got anythln round yeg an she hol-
| Tered back 'Yis, mother An she he'd,
/ too, but 'twan't nothin' but my arm"
They laughed merrily over the quaint
Renaissance Of my old friend and the
quainter way he had Of telling it, The
rude dialect of the backwoodsman
might have seemed oddly out Of place
there but for the quiet, unassuming
manner and the fine old face Of Uncle
Eb, in which the dullest eye might see
] the soul of n gentleman
what became Of Lucy?" Mr.. Fuller
inquired laughlngly. you never mar
ried her?'
Lucy died." he answered soberly.
'gThet was long, long ago"
Then he went away with John Trum-
bull to the smoking room, where I
4 found them talking earnestly in a cor
ner when it was time to go to the
church with Hope.
Continued Tomorrow
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