For the _Banner_ that week pronounced it one of the classic oratorical gems of American eloquence, and the editor thereof brought a dozen copies of the paper under his arm when he climbed the hill to Lincoln Avenue the following Sunday night, and presented them to the women of the Culpepper household, whom he was punctilious to call "the ladies," and he assured Miss Molly and Mistress Culpepper--he was nice about those titles also--that their father and husband had a great future before him in the forum.
It may be well to pause here and present so punctilious a gentleman as Adrian Pericles Brownwell to the reader somewhat more formally than he has been introduced.

For he will appear in this story many times.

In the first place he wore mustaches--chestnut-coloured mustaches--that drooped rather gracefully from his lip to his jaw, and thence over his coat lapels; in the second place he always wore gloves, and never was without a flower in his long frock-coat; and thirdly he clicked his cane on the sidewalk so regularly that his approach was heralded, and the company was prepared for the coming of a serious, rather nervous, fiery man, a stickler for his social dues; and finally in those days, those sombre days of Sycamore Ridge after the panic of '73, when men had to go to the post-office to get their ten-dollar bills changed, Brownwell had the money to support the character he assumed.

He had come to the Ridge from the South,--from that part of the South that carried its pistol in its hip pocket and made a large and serious matter of its honour,--that was obvious; he had paid Ezra Lane two thousand dollars for the _Banner_, that was a matter of record; and he had marched with some grandeur into General Hendricks' bank one Saturday and had clinked out five thousand dollars in gold on the marble slab at the teller's window, and that was a matter attested to by a crowd of witnesses.

Watts McHurdie used to say that more people saw that deposit than could be packed into the front room of the bank with a collar stuffer.
But why Adrian Brownwell had come to the Ridge, and where he had made his money--there myth and fable enter into the composition of the narrative, and one man's opinion is as good as another's.