re, and she eighteen to-day."
Captain Grant clapped his hand to his forehead.
"Say, Lige," said he, "that reminds me. A month or so ago I pulled a
fellow out of Renault's area across from there. First I thought he was a
thief. After he got away I saw the Colonel and his daughter in the
window."
Instantly Captain Lige became excited, and seized Captain Grant by the
cape of his overcoat.
"Say, Grant, what kind of appearing fellow was he?"
"Short, thick-set, blocky face."
"I reckon I know," said Breast, bringing down his fist on the wagon
board; "I've had my eye on him for some little time."
He walked around the block twice after Captain Grant had driven down the
muddy street, before he composed himself to enter the Carvel mansion. He
paid no attention to the salutations of Jackson, the butler, who saw him
coming and opened the door, but climbed the stairs to the sitting-room.
"Why, Captain Lige, you must have put wings on the Louisiana," said
Virginia, rising joyfully from the arm of her father's chair to meet him.
"We had given you up."
"What?" cried the Captain. "Give me up? Don't you know better than that?
What, give me up when I never missed a birthday,--and this the best of
all of 'em.
"If your pa had got sight of me shovin' in wood and cussin' the pilot for
slowin' at the crossin's, he'd never let you ride in my boat again. Bill
Jenks said: 'Are you plum crazy, Brent? Look at them cressets.' 'Five
dollars'' says I; 'wouldn't go in for five hundred. To-morrow's Jinny
Carvel's birthday, and I've just got to be there.' I reckon the time's
come when I've got to say Miss Jinny," he added ruefully.
The Colonel rose, laughing, and hit the Captain on the back.
"Drat you, Lige, why don't you kiss the girl? Can't you see she's
waiting?"
The honest Captain stole one glance at Virginia, and turned red copper
color.
"Shucks, Colonel, I can't be kissing her always. What'll her husband
say?"
For an instant Mr. Carvel's brow clouded.
"We'll not talk of husbands yet awhile, Lige."
Virginia went up to Captain Lige, deftly twisted into shape his black
tie, and kissed him on the check. How his face burned when she touched
him.
"There!" said she, "and don't you ever dare to treat me as a young lady.
Why, Pa, he's blushing like a girl. I know. He's ashamed to kiss me now.
He's going to be married at last to that Creole girl in New Orleans."
The Colonel slapped his knee, winked slyly at Lige, wh
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