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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Drift from Two Shores"

"I think differently. As my aunt's lawyer,
you know that within the last year I have deeded most of my
property to her and her family. I cannot believe that so shrewd an
adviser as Mr. Edmund Carter would ever permit proceedings that
would invalidate that conveyance."
Maria burst into a laugh of such wicked gratification that James
North, for the first time, raised his eyes with something of
interest to her face. She colored under them, but returned his
glance with another like a bayonet flash. The party slowly moved
toward the door, James North following.
"Then this is your final answer?" asked Mrs. North, stopping
imperiously on the threshold.
"I beg your pardon?" queried North, half abstractedly.
"Your final answer?"
"Oh, certainly."
Mrs. North flounced away a dozen rods in rage. This was
unfortunate for North. It gave them the final attack in detail.
Dick began: "Come along! You know you can advertise for her with a
personal down there and the old woman wouldn't object as long as
you were careful and put in an appearance now and then!"
As Dick limped away, Mr.


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