Therefore, as we have arrived at this rational conclusion, and come to regard Verty and his feelings in their proper light, we will not speak further of the foolish words which escaped from his lips, as he went on, in the crimson sunset slowly fading. In time, perhaps, his education will be completed in the school of Rational Philosophy, under that distinguished lady-professor, Miss Sallianna. At present we shall allow him to proceed upon his way toward his lodge in the wilderness, where the old Indian woman awaits him with her deep love and anxious tenderness.
CONSEQUENCES OF MISS SALLIANNA'S PASSION FOR VERTY.
When Verty made his appearance at the office in Winchester, on the morning of the day which followed immediately the events we have just related, Roundjacket received him with a mysterious smile, and with an expression of eye, particularly, which seemed to suggest the most profound secrecy and confidence. Roundjacket did not say anything, but his smile was full of meaning.
Verty, however, failed to comprehend;--even paid no attention to his poetical friend, when that gentleman put his hand in his breast-pocket, and half-drew something therefrom, looking at Verty.
The young man was too much absorbed in gloomy thought to observe these manoeuvres; and, besides, we must not lose sight of the fact, that he was an Indian, and did not understand hints and intimations as well as civilized individuals.
Roundjacket was forced, at last, to clear his throat and speak.
"Sir?" said Verty, for the tone of Roundjacket's observation was such as to convey the impression that he was about to speak.
"I've got something for you, my dear fellow," said the poet.
Verty shook his head, and leaned upon his desk.
"It has some connection with the subject of numerous conversations we have held," said Roundjacket, persuasively, waving backward and forward the ruler which he had taken up abstractedly, and as he did so, indulging in a veiled and confidential smile; "now you can guess--can't you?"
"Why, what have we been talking about lately?"
"By no means--that is to say, there is a still more interesting subject, my dear young savage, than even law."
"Bah!" observed the poet; "you're out yet. But who knows? Your guess may be correct. It may be poetry."