"Last
week," he added thoughtfully, "the coffee was pretty weak, but it never
occurred to me that--" he stopped abruptly, rose from his chair with
sudden energy, violently blew his nose, and tramped down to the end of
the hall and back. "Damn the Fairfax pride!" he exclaimed fiercely.
"Here Uncle Noah has been coming into the library Wednesday nights and
telling the Colonel that the stock had all been bedded down for the
night when all the time there's been nothing left but this confounded
old turkey gobbler we've been hearing about. He swore last week that
somebody had stolen the silver teapot. Abominable old liar! He must
have sold it." The Major threw out his arms with a wrathful gesture.
"All this comedy, if you please, for my benefit. Here I've been there
every week, and never suspected, thanks to the infernal stratagems of
that black fiend of an Uncle Noah. Damn the Fairfax pride!"
The Major sat down as suddenly as he had risen, and, bending over,
attacked the fire with vicious energy.
"Tell me, Major," Dick presently asked, "have you ever mentioned me to
the Colonel since I went North?"
"Once.
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