Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 128 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
pursued their vocation successfully. Sometimes the chase took them near
the forbidden precincts of Fairleigh Lodge, and, on such occasions, Sam
Fuller remarked that the clouds grew heavy on Mike Baynam's brow.
But he spoke nothing; never breathed the name of Rose; never made
inquiries; and, in one way only did he keep up any communication with
the family at Rosedale. He sent an occasional venison ham to Aunt Betsy,
by Sam; and Mattie had her instructions to carry one or more with her
whenever she paid the two old ladies a visit. On all these occasions, Aunt
Betsy's reflection was uniformly the same, speaking of her sister.
"Yes, Jane Carter kin eat hearty enough of the meat, and never onst
ax God to bless the hunter that sends it. The poor ongrateful critter, with
her dickshunary words. She'll choke with 'em some day, I'm sartin. I'm
sure I'd choke eating the meat, if I hed any sech an ongrateful sperrit."
Spring followed, a gracious one, with the promise of an early sum-
mer; and the summer came, warm, bright and glowing. Then Aunt Betsy
rode up to our mountaineers to spend the day and tell the news.
The programme of Lady Fairleigh for the summer was duly made
out. Rose had been over to see her mother, and was as cheery with her
prospects as a sky-lark at the gates of heaven.
The party was to consist of Mrs. Fairleigh, Rose, a Miss Burton, young
Fairleigh, and young Bulkley. They were to spend a couple of weeks at
Glenn's Springs; then a week on Sullivan's Island; then for Baltimore,
Washington, and Philadelphia; in each of these a week; then to New York,
and up the Hudson to West Point; thence to Saratoga, and in brief, the
usual summer tour, to the Canadas.
Of all these details, Mike heard but little. The subject was forbidden
in his presence. So far as we know, the programme was fully carried out.
Mrs. Fairleigh knew all the ropes of old, and was a woman of close cal-
culation, nice economy, and circumspect in her details.
Every now and then Aunt Betsy would visit Mattie Fuller, to report
the contents of Rose's last letter, Mrs. Jane Carter being quite willing that
her neighbors should lose nothing which might provoke their envy or
admiration of her daughter. The poor lady, as Aunt Betsy quaintly
expressed it, was "in a very fool's heaven all the time," and "she takes it
as good as settled now that Rose is to marry some great sort of pusson,
somewhar in New York, they calls a paltroon"—patroon being possibly
the word meant.
But the summer passed; autumn followed in due succession, and, by
the middle of October, Mrs. Fairleigh was once more the tenant of
Fairleigh Lodge; and Rose, clasped to the embrace of her mother,