ain on
him. He wanted to go filibustering with Walker, and she had to get down
on her knees. And yet," she cried, "if you Yankees push us as far as
war, Mr. Brice, just look out for him."

"But--" Anne interposed.

"Oh, I know what you are going to say,--that Clarence has money."

"Puss!" cried Anne, outraged. "How dare you!"

Miss Russell slipped an arm around her waist.

"Come, Anne," she said, "we mustn't interrupt the Senator any longer. He
is preparing his maiden speech."

That was the way in which Stephen got his nickname. It is scarcely
necessary to add that he wrote no more until he reached his little room
in the house on Olive Street.

They had passed Alton, and the black cloud that hung in the still autumn
air over the city was in sight. It was dusk when the 'Jackson' pushed
her nose into the levee, and the song of the negro stevedores rose from
below as they pulled the gang-plank on to the landing-stage. Stephen
stood apart on the hurricane deck, gazing at the dark line of sooty
warehouses. How many young men with their way to make have felt the same
as he did after some pleasant excursion. The presence of a tall form
beside him shook him from his revery, and he looked up to recognize the
benevolent face of Mr. Brinsmade.

"Mrs. Brice may be anxious, Stephen, at the late hour," said he. "My
carriage is here, and it will give me great pleasure to convey you to
your door."

Dear Mr. Brinsmade! He is in heaven now, and knows at last the good
he wrought upon earth. Of the many thoughtful charities which Stephen
received from him, this one sticks firmest in his remembrance: A
stranger, tired and lonely, and apart from the gay young men and women
who stepped from the boat, he had been sought out by this gentleman, to
whom had been given the divine gift of forgetting none.

"Oh, Puss," cried Anne, that evening, for Miss Russell had come to spend
the night, "how could you have talked to him so? He scarcely spoke on
the way up in the carriage. You have offended him."

"Why should I set him upon a pedestal?" said Puss, with a thread in
her mouth; "why should you all set him upon a pedestal? He is only a
Yankee," said Puss, tossing her head, "and not so very wonderful."

"I did not say he was wonderful," replied Anne, with dignity.

"But you girls think him so. Emily and Eugenie and Maude. He had better
marry Belle Cluyme. A great man, he may give some decision to that
family. Anne!"

"Yes."

"Shall