I had a pocket pistol, and taking up a hickory stick that was in the corner, I urged Zoe to allay her fears and come.

Sarah joined me in prevailing upon her.

Zoe doubtless knew that I wished to talk with her about the estate; and at last she walked with me out of the house and into the road.
After a few minutes of silence I asked her about my father: what were his spirits; his way of life; where did he live; did she live with him?
Then Zoe told me some of the things I had learned from Mr.Brooks.

And as her mother had died when Zoe was born she had been taken by Mrs.
Spurgeon to raise.

She said that her father, my father, had lived a part of the time at the inn, and a part of the time at his house on the farm; that during the last two years of his life she had seen more of him than formerly, though he was often in St.Louis, and even New Orleans.