aughter of the superintendent here at the mills."
"She is a very striking girl," I said. "You know her, of course?"
"A little."
Vibbard enlarged upon this: it was a curious habit they had fallen
into, of each waiting for the other to explain what should more
properly have been explained by himself.
"Thorny's father, you know," said Vibbard, "was a great machinist, and
so they had acquaintances around at mills in different parts of the
State. She--that is Ida, you know--is only sixteen now, but Thorny
first saw her when he was a boy and came here, once or twice, with his
father."
Silverthorn nodded his head corroboratively.
"But it seems to me," I said, addressing him, "that you treat her
rather distantly for an old acquaintance; or else she treats you
distantly. Which is it?"
They laughed, and Vibbard blurted out, with a queer, boyish grimace:
"It's _me_. She don't like me. Hey, Thorny?"
"It's nearer the truth," returned his friend, "to say that you're so
bashful you don't give her half a chance to make known what she does
think of you."
"Oh, time enough--time enough," said Vibbard, good-humoredly.
Remembering that I must hurry back to catch my train, I suddenly found
that I had been in an abstracted mood, for I was still standing with
my hat off.
"Well, let me know how you get on," I said, jocosely, as I parted from
the comrades.
Yet for the life of me I could not tell which one of them it was that
I should expect to hear from as a suitor for the girl's hand.
It was within a fortnight after this that they came to my office--for
I had been admitted to the bar--and announced that the time for
drawing up their long-pending agreement had arrived. They were still
as eager as ever about it, and I very soon had the instrument made
out, stating the mutual consideration, and duly signed and sealed.
Finding that they had been at Stansby again, I was prompted to ask
them more about Ida.
"Do you know," I said, boldly, "that I am very much puzzled as to
which of you was the more interested in her?"
They took it in good part, and Silverthorn answered:
"That's not surprising. I don't know, myself."
"I'm trying," said Vibbard, bluntly, "to make Thorny fall in love with
her. But I can't seem to succeed."
"No," said his friend, "because I insist upon it that she's just the
woman for _you_."
Vibbard turned to me with an expression of ridicule.
"Yes," he said, "Thorny is as much wrapped u
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