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Lincoln, Joseph Crosby, 1870-1944

"Cap'n Warren's Wards"

Lucky the cop
didn't spot the license number. Might have cost me fifty. They've had me
up for speeding twice before. What are you and the Admiral discussing,
Sylvester?"
"We were discussing a business matter," answered the lawyer, with
significant emphasis.
"Business? Why, sure! I forgot that you were Graves's partner. Settling
the family affairs, hey? Well, I won't butt in. Ta, ta! See you later,
Captain. You must go for a spin in that car of mine. I'll call for you
some day. I'll show you something they don't do on Cape Cod. Regards to
Caro and Steve."
He moved off, feeling that his invitation would have met with his
mother's approval. She had announced that the country uncle was to be
"cultivated."
Captain Elisha's cigar had gone out. He did not attempt to relight it.
"Whew!" he whistled. "Well, when I go for a 'spin,' as he calls it, with
HIM, I cal'late my head'll be spinnin' so I won't be responsible for my
actions. Whew!"
Sylvester looked curiously at him.
"So you met him before?" he asked.
"Yes. He was at the rooms when I fust landed. Or his mother was there
then. He came a little later with Caroline and Stephen."
"I see."
"Yes. Know him and his ma pretty well, do you?"
"Slightly. I've met them, at mutual acquaintances' homes and about
town.


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