She's of Marston's
stock; Ellen Juvarna, I think they call her. She's only good for her
looks, in the animal way,--that's all!"
"Hav'n't told where ye got her, yet," interrupts the sprig; "none of
yer crossin' corners, general."
"Well, I started up that gal of Elder Pemberton Praiseworthy. She
takes it into her mind to get crazed now and then, and Marston had
to sell her; and the Elder bought her for a trifle, cured up her
thinkin'-trap, got her sound up for market, and I makes a strike
with the Elder, and gets her at a tall bargain." Mr. O'Brodereque
has lost none of his dignity, none of his honour, none of his hopes
of getting into Congress by the speculation.
It is poor Ellen Juvarna; she has been cured for the market. She
might have said, and with truth,--"You don't know me now, so
wonderful are they who deal with my rights in this our world of
liberty!"
CHAPTER XVII.
A NOT UNCOMMON SCENE SLIGHTLY CHANGED.
ROMESCOS, having withdrawn from the saloon while the excitement
raged highest, may be seen, with several others, seated at a table
in the upper room. They are in earnest consultation,--evidently
devising some plan for carrying out a deep-laid plot.
"I have just called my friend, who will give us the particulars
about the constitutionality of the thing. Here he is. Mr. Scranton,
ye see, knows all about such intricacies; he is an editor! formerly
from the North," one of the party is particular to explain, as he
directs his conversation to Romescos.
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