The Fortune Of The Landrays

Author : Vaughan Kester
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230294001
Total Pages : 176 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (94 download)

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Download or read book The Fortunes of the Landrays written by Vaughan Kester and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 176 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE REDDY wrote Ben Wade and sent him the papers, asking him to explain matters to Mrs. Landray; and Wade took them at once to her together with Crittendon's letter. Virginia was not at home; Mrs. Walsh was there, however, and he left the papers with her. Then he remembered that he was to dine that night with Stephen and Benson. His watch warned him that he had no time to spare, it was already after six, so he hurried across town to keep his engagement. "I'd about given you up, Ben," said Stephen, meeting him in the hall. "I thought you had forgotten." "I had to go to your aunt's on an errand; sorry I'm late;" and he followed Stephen into the dining-room, where they joined Benson and Gibbs. As Reddy's letter seemed a matter that he could make public, and as there were certain questions he wished to ask Benson, he turned to the lawyer after they were seated, to say: "Mr. Benson, do you remember a man by the name of Rogers who went West with Stephen's grandfather and uncle?" "Yes, perfectly; and no doubt Gibbs does, too." "A fellow who thought he could suppress the news of the discov ery of gold in California," said Gibbs. "He had a son; had he not?" Gibbs nodded. "A little chap of tight or ten--you recollect him well enough, Jake--he was the apple of Rogers's eye." "Yes, I remember him," said the lawyer absently. He was hardly hearing what was said. Words, apparently chance words, were taking him swiftly back to the past. He felt in his face the rain and sleet of that March morning long past, when he had gone to Tucker's Red Brick Tavern to say good-bye to the Landrays. He saw the canvas-covered wagons looming large in the darkness, the one dim light in the bar, and poor old Tucker, half-crazed with drink and grief. He...