MR. GUSHER SUSTAINS HIS CHARACTER.
"Husband, dear; husband, dear," said Mrs. Chapman, for I must again
return to that lady, as she addressed her meek-looking little husband,
"how distressing it would be if Mr. Gusher should turn out not to be Mr.
Gusher. He is such a nice young gentleman, and so popular in society. If
he should turn out to be somebody else? He has been such a favorite at
our house, you know. I am sure I should never survive such a scandal as
that. I am sure it would kill me--at least I should faint; I feel as if
I should faint now!" "Pray don't faint, pay dear," interrupted Chapman,
submissively, as she handed him a letter she had received that day from
Mr. Romer. And as she did so, she got up and paced the room in a state
of great agitation.
"Never faint, my dear," resumed Chapman, "until you know what you are
fainting for. There is nothing to be made by fainting or borrowing
trouble." This conversation took place in the parlor one evening about
three weeks after the ball. Chapman read and reread the letter, and then
remained silent for several minutes. "Very strange, if true, my dear.
But there may be a personal difficulty at the bottom of it, and the
young man has taken this method of damaging Mr. Gusher's character."
Mr. Romer presented his compliments to Mrs. Chapman, and, seeing the
intimacy there was between her family and a person calling himself Philo
Gusher, begged to inform her that the name of that individual was Louis
Pinto, a notorious and well-known impostor, who had fled from Havana,
where he had been several times imprisoned, to escape punishment for his
crimes.
"Anything but that, my dear husband. I am sure my pride would never
survive it. And to happen just when society--yes, my dear, the very best
of your Bowling Green people were beginning to leave cards. Another ball
and we should have brought the best of them down."
"Another ball, my dear?" returned Chapman, with a sigh. "A ball a year
ought to satisfy any respectable family." Chapman was indeed becoming
alarmed at his wife's extravagance and weakness for society. Her
worldliness he feared would bring him to grief ere long. The last ball
had entailed the expense of new carpets; and the young gentlemen had
quite taken possession of the house, which they held until after
daylight, and then went home in a very unsteady condition of the limbs.
To make the matter worse, Bowles had been very much demoralized ever
since, and now demanded another horse or his discharge. He had no
complaint to make either about his pay or livery; but to have it thrown
up to him every day, and by all the coachmen in the neighborhood, that
he was in the service of a one horse family, was more than his proud
spirit could bear.
Chapman held that dancing was not the profession of a gentleman, and
that balls had done nothing for the great moral progress of the world.
In fine, his mind had been engaged for some time back on something more
serious; and he delighted his wife by telling her that he had been
working up a great scheme for freeing and vitalizing all mankind.
The door bell rang, and in another minute Mr. Gusher, all serene and
elegant, was ushered into the lady's presence. Never was young gentleman
more exquisitely upholstered.
The lady extended her hand and received him cordially, saying she had
been looking for him with unusual anxiety.
"I am very glad you have come, Mr. Gusher," interposed Chapman. "My dear
wife is oppressed with a little matter I am sure you can relieve."
Mr. Gusher turned and thanked them for the high compliment thus paid
him. "You shall ze as I shall be so grateful for dis 'onar. And your
daughter--she is well?"
"Very well--she was speaking of you kindly to-day. Here is something
that reached me to-day, Mr. Gusher," she resumed, rising from her chair
and handing him the letter, with a dignity of manner quite uncommon to
her: "I am sure you will pardon me, sir, but it contains matter which,
as a friend of yours, I have taken the liberty to submit. I make it a
rule to stand by a friend, you know."
Gusher took the letter and began reading it with an air of unconcern.
Then breaking out into a hearty laugh, he replied: "Zis grand rascal as
write dis let-tar is one par-tick-lar friend of mine--"
"I am sure, sir," rejoined Mrs. Chapman, "he is an enemy of yours, and
no friend. That you can explain it all satisfactorily, I have no doubt."
"Pardon, madam, pardon; this grand rascal I call him one friend. Ze
'onar, madam, he is so much dear to me as my life. Oh yes, you shall zee
as my 'onar and mine country is more dear to me zan my life. Zis grand
rascal, he is my friend be-cause he do me zis injury so many times, and
in ze end he do me so much good. You shall zee zar was a lady. Zat lady,
ze grand rascal as writes zis letter--it is so many years ago, as I
almost forget--pays to her his compliment. Pardon, madam, zat lady
prefar me to ze gentleman. Zen zat gentleman he pays to me his
compliment like one grand rascal. He persecute my 'onar, and he make me
so many friends--"
"Really, Mr. Gusher," interrupted Mrs. Chapman, encouragingly, "then it
is all the result of jealousy? I had a suspicion that there was
something of the kind at the bottom of it."
"You shall zee, madam, it was be-cause ze lady prefar me. Zen I give ze
grand rascal one pistol." Here Mr. Gusher flourished his right hand.
"You shall give me ze satisfaction as one gentleman he give to ze oser,
I say. I gives to ze grand rascal one small sword. I say I shall have ze
satisfaction one gentleman he will give to ze oser. No, madam, ze grand
rascal, he is one small coward. He will not give me ze satisfaction. I
shall show you as this grand rascal tells not one word of ze truth."
"I told you, my dear," said Chapman, "that Mr. Gusher was a gentleman,
and would explain it all to your satisfaction."
Mrs. Chapman expressed herself highly gratified at what she had heard.
But in order to put the matter beyond question, and to prove to her
entire satisfaction that he was not only an innocent, but a much injured
gentleman, Gusher returned on the following day armed with a large
number of letters, some of them sealed with great seals, the writers
setting forth that they had known the young gentleman from his birth
up, that he was of irreproachable character, and his parents very
distinguished people.
Of course the Chapmans were entirely satisfied. Indeed Mr. Gusher so
turned his guns on Mr. Romer as to make his position extremely
uncomfortable. Both were guests at the old City Hotel, where Gusher was
a great favorite with all the young ladies, and to whom he related his
difficulty with Romer. In short, he so enlisted their sympathies in his
behalf that they were ready to join him in ejecting Romer from the house
as a slanderer. One said what a mean thing he must be to slander the
handsome young foreigner in that way. A second tossed and turned her
head aside when she met him, and pouted her pretty lips to let him know
what she meant. A third refused to return his bow, while a fourth gave
him the cut direct. There was no standing up against such a storm of
female indignation as he now found blowing about his ears. He saw, also,
that to have attempted to sustain his charges with proof would only be
sheer folly. In short, there was nothing for the plain young outspoken
American to do but surrender the field to the handsome young foreigner
and his female admirers, seek respectful treatment beyond the sound of
their voices--and wait.