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His bride smiled at him beamingly. "You'd have felt right lonesome to be



out of it, David."

"No apology has yet been offered," continued Juno.



"But must your nephew apologize besides taking a licking?" inquired the

Briton.



Juno turned an awful face upon hint. "It is from his brutal assailant

that apologies are due. Mr. Mayrant's family" (she paused here for



blighting emphasis) "are well-bred people, and he will be coerced into

behaving like a gentleman for once."



I checked an impulse here to speak out and express my doubts as to the

family coercion being founded upon any dissatisfaction with John's



conduct.

"I wonder if reading or recitation might not soothe your nephew?" said



the poetess, now.

"I should doubt it," answered Juno. "I have just come from his bedside."



"I should so like to soothe him, if I could," the poetess murmured. "If

he were well enough to hear my convention ode--"



"He is not nearly well enough," said Juno.

The et cetera here coughed and blew his nose so remarkably that we all



started.

A short silence followed, which Juno relieved.



"I will give the young ruffian's family the credit they deserve," she

stated. "The whole connection despises his keeping the position."



"Another et cetera now came into it. "Is it known what exactly

precipitated the occurrence?"



Juno turned to him. "My nephew is a gentleman from whose lips no unworthy

word could ever fall.'



"Oh!" said the et cetera, mildly. "He said something, then?"

"He conveyed a well-merited rebuke in fitting terms."



"What were the terms?" inquired the Briton.

Juno again did not hear him. "It was after a friendly game of cards. My



nephew protested against any gentleman remaining at the custom house

since the recent insulting appointment."



I was now almost the only member of the party who had preserved strict

silence throughout this very interesting conversation, because, having no



wish to converse with Juno at any time, I especially did not desire it

now, just after her seeing me (I thought she must have seen me) in



amicable conference with the object of her formidable displeasure.

"Every Mayrant is ferocious that I ever heard of," she continued. "You



cannot trust that seeminglydelicate and human exterior. His father had

it, too--deceiving exterior and raging interior, though I will say for



that one that he would never have stooped to humiliate the family name as

his son is doing. His regiment was near by when the Northern vandals



burned our courthouse, and he made them run, I can tell you! It's a mercy

for that poor girl that the scales have dropped from her eyes and she has



broken her engagement with him."

"With the father?" asked a third et cetera.



Juno stared at the intruder.

Mrs. Trevise drawled a calm contribution. "The father died before this



boy was born."

"Oh, I see!" murmured the et cetera, gratefully.



Juno proceeded. "No woman's life would be safe with him."

"But mightn't he be safer for a person's niece than for their nephew?"



said the Briton.

Mrs. Trevise's hand moved toward the bell.



But Juno answered the question mournfully: "With such hereditary

bloodthirstiness, who can tell?" And so Mrs. Trevise moved her hand away



again.

"Excuse me, but do you know if the other gentleman is laid up, too?"



inquired the male honeymooner, hopefully.

"I am happy to understand that he is," replied Juno.



In sheer amazement I burst out, "Oh!" and abruptly stopped.

But it was too late. I had instantly become the centre of interest. The



et ceteras and honeymooners craned their necks; the Briton leaned toward

me from opposite; the poetess, who had worn an absent expression since



being told that the injured champion was not nearly well enough to listen

to her ode, now put on her glasses and gazed at me kindly; while Juno



reared her headdress and spoke, not to me, but to the air in my general

neighborhood.






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