Andrew the Glad

"Well, it's a sensation all right, Major," said David as he stood in

front of the major's fire early in the morning after the ceremonies of

the presentation of sketches of the statue out at the Temple of Arts.

"Mrs. Matilda told me the news and helped me sandwich it into my speech

between that time and the open-up talk. People had asked so often who was

giving the statue, laid it on so many different people, and wondered over

it to such an extent all fall that they had got tired and forgot that

they didn't know all about it. When I presented it in the name of

Caroline Darrah Brown in memory of her mother and her grandfather,

General Darrah, you could have heard a pin drop for a few seconds, then

the applause was almost a sob. It was as dramatic a thing as has been

handed this town in many a day. Still it was a bit sky-rockety, don't you

think--keeping it like that and--"

"David," interrupted the major quickly, "she never intended to tell it.

She had done the business part of it through her solicitors. She _never_

wanted us to know. I persuaded her to let it be presented in her name,

myself, just before Matilda went out with you. She shrinks--"

"Wait a minute, Major, don't get the two sides of my brain crossed. You

persuaded her--she isn't in town is she?--don't tell me she's here

herself!" And David ruffled his auburn forelock with a gesture of

perplexity.

"Yes," answered the major, "Caroline Darrah Brown is here and is, I hope,

going to stay for a time at least. I wanted to tell you about it

yesterday but I hadn't seen her and I--"

"And, David dear," interrupted Mrs. Buchanan who had been standing by

with shining eyes waiting for an opening to break in on Kildare's

astonishment with some of the details of her happiness over her

discovery. "I didn't tell you last night for the major didn't want me to,

but she _is_ so lovely! She's your inherited friend, for your mother and

hers were devoted to each other. I do want you to love her and everybody

help me to make her feel at home. Don't mind about her father being

a--you know a--a carpetbagger. Three of her Darrah grandfathers have

been governors of this state; just think about them and don't talk about

her father or any carpet--you know. Please be good to her!"

"Be good to her," exclaimed David heartily, "just watch me! I am loving

her already for making you so happy by this down-from-the-sky drop, Mrs.

Matilda. And we'll all be careful about the carpetbags; won't even

mention a rug; lots of talk can be got out of the dead governors I'm

thinking. My welcome's getting more enthusiastic every moment. When can I

hand it to her?"