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Without waiting for her answer, he descended the steps, and she was

soon seated beside him in the buggy. The short ride was silent, and,

on reaching home, Beulah would have gone, immediately to her room,

but the doctor called her into the study and, as he rang the bell,

said gently: "You look very much exhausted; rest here, while I order a glass of

wine."

It was speedily brought, and, having iced it, he held it to her

white lips. She drank the contents, and her head sank on the sofa

cushions. The fever of excitement was over, a feeling of lassitude

stole over her, and she soon lost all consciousness in a heavy

sleep. The sun was just setting as she awakened from her slumber,

and, sitting up, she soon recalled the events of the day. The

evening breeze, laden with perfume, stole in refreshingly through

the blinds, and, as the sunset pageant faded, and darkness crept on,

she remained on the sofa, pondering her future course. The lamp and

her guardian made their appearance at the same moment, and, throwing

himself down in one corner of the sofa, the latter asked: "How are

you since your nap? A trifle less ghastly, I see."

"Much better, thank you, sir. My head is quite clear again."

"Clear enough to make out a foreign letter?" He took one from his

pocket and put it in her hand.

An anxious look flitted across her face, and she glanced rapidly

over the contents, then crumpled the sheet nervously in her fingers.

"What is the matter now?"

"He is coming home. They will all be here in November." She spoke as

if bitterly chagrined and disappointed.

"Most people would consider that joyful news," said the doctor

quietly.

"What! after spending more than five years (one of them in

traveling), to come back without having acquired a profession and

settle down into a mere walking ledger! To have princely advantages

at his command, and yet throw them madly to the winds and be content

to plod along the road of mercantile life, without one spark of

ambition, when his mental endowments would justify his aspiring to

the most exalted political stations in the land."

Her voice trembled from intensity of feeling.

"Take care how you disparage mercantile pursuits; some of the most

masterly minds of the age were nurtured in the midst of ledgers."

"And I honor and reverence all such far more than their colleagues

whose wisdom was culled in classic academic halls; for the former,

struggling amid adverse circumstances, made good their claim to an

exalted place in the temple of Fame. But necessity forced them to

purely mercantile pursuits. Eugene's case is by no means analogous;

situated as he is, he could be just what he chose. I honor all men

who do their duty nobly and truly in the positions fate has assigned

them; but, sir, you know there are some more richly endowed than

others, some whom nature seems to have destined for arduous

diplomatic posts; whose privilege it is to guide the helm of state

and achieve distinction as men of genius. To such the call will be

imperative; America needs such men. Heaven only knows where they are

to rise from, when the call is made! I do not mean to disparage

mercantile pursuits; they afford constant opportunities for the

exercise and display of keenness and clearness of intellect, but do

not require the peculiar gifts so essential in statesmen. Indolence

is unpardonable in any avocation, and I would be commended to the

industrious, energetic merchant, in preference to superficial, so-

called, 'professional men.' But Eugene had rare educational

advantages, and I expected him to improve them, and be something

more than ordinary. He expected it, five years ago. What infatuation

possesses him latterly I cannot imagine."