CHAPTER XII.
MRS. HERRINGFORD'S PARTY.
"Jim," said Colonel Kerry, meeting the young man at the post-office, "that cottage of Grant's, up near mine, has been rented at last. The parties took possession today."
"Who got it, Colonel?"
"One of the big millionaires of St. Louis, they say; and he's arrived with his wife and daughters and a whole gang of servants. Jarrod says he's a capital fellow, but did n't mention the size of the capital. Money won't buy health, Jim, and the poor Midas is an invalid and came here to try to brace up."
Jim was white and staring.
"You—you did n't hear the name, Colonel?"
"Why, yes; it's Everton."
The young man gave a low, solemn whistle and walked away with a
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