The plantation house became in time a rendezvous for all the wild spirits of that neighborhood, and stories of fierce drinking bouts and mad gambling were current in St.Louis.
Common as such tales as these were in those early days of the West, I still remained boy enough in heart to feel a fascination in Thockmorton's narrative.

Besides, there was at the time so little else to occupy my mind that it inevitably drifted back to the same topic.
"Have you ever been at Beaucaire, Captain ?" I asked, eager for more intimate details.
"We always stop at the Landing, but I have only once been up the bluff to where the house stands.

It must have been a beautiful place in its day; it is imposing even now, but showing signs of neglect and abuse.
The Judge was away from home--in St.Louis, I believe--the day of my visit.

He had sold me some timber, and I went out with the family lawyer, a man named Haines living at the Landing, to look it over." "The house was closed ?" "No; it is never closed.

The housekeeper was there, and also the two daughters." "Daughters ?" "Certainly; hadn't I told you about them?
Both girls are accepted as his daughters; but, if all I have heard is true, one must be a granddaughter." He paused reminiscently, his eyes on the river.