“Well, I’ll tell you, old friend. I am almost happy. I am, indeed. It wasn’t Clay’s telegram that hurried me up so and got me ready to start with you. It was a letter from Louise.”
“Good! What is it? What does she say?”
“She says come home—her father has consented, at last.”
“My boy, I want to congratulate you; I want to shake you by the hand! It’s a long turn that has no lane at the end of it, as the proverb says, or somehow that way. You’ll be happy yet, and Beriah Sellers will be there to see, thank God!”
“I believe it. General Boswell is pretty nearly a poor man, now. The railroad that was going to build up Hawkeye made short work of him, along with the rest. He isn’t so opposed to a son-in-law without a fortune, now.”
“Without a fortune, indeed! Why that Tennessee Land—”
“Never mind the Tennessee Land, Colonel. I am done with that, forever and forever—”
“Why no! You can’t mean to say—”
“My father, away back yonder, years ago, bought it for a blessing for his children, and—”
“Indeed he did! Si Hawkins said to me—”