The
'pike never lost its individuality among the streets of the capital.
They saw the great penitentiary surrounded by stone walls as thick as
the length of a short boy. They saw trains of cars trailing in and
out; manufactories, and vistas of fine streets full of stores. They
even saw the capitol building standing high up on its shaded grounds,
many steps and massive pillars giving entrance to the structure which
grandma Padgett said was one of the finest in the United States. It
was not very long before they reached the western side of the city
and were crossing the Scioto River in a long bridge and entering what
was then a shabby suburb called Frankfort. At this point aunt Corinne
and her nephew entered unbroken ground.
CHAPTER II.
THE LITTLE-OLD MAN WITH A BAG ON HIS BACK.
Grandma Padgett had prepared the noon lunch that very day, but
scarcely expected to make use of it. On the western borders of
Columbus lived a cousin Padgett in such a country place as had long
been the talk of the entire family connection. Cousin Padgett was a
mighty man in the city, and his wife and daughters had unheard-of
advantages. He had kept up a formal but very pleasant intercourse
with grandma's branch; and when he learned at the State Fair, the
year previous, her son Tip's design to cast their future lots in the
West, he said he should take it very ill if they did not spend the
first night of their journey with him.
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