Rushbrook
made no attempt to recover his lost prestige, and once, when squeezed
into a tight "corner," and forced to realize on his treasures, he put
them up at auction and the people called them "daubs;" their rage
knew no bounds. It was then that an unfettered press discovered that
Rushbrook never was a Maecenas at all, grimly deprecated his assumption
of that title, and even doubted if he were truly a millionaire. It was
at this time that a few stood by him--notably, the mill inventor from
Siskyou, grown plethoric with success, but eventually ground between the
upper and nether millstone of the Somers and Rushbrook party. Miss Nevil
had returned to the Atlantic States with Mrs. Leyton. While rumors
had played freely with the relations of Somers and the Signora as the
possible cause of the rupture between him and Rushbrook, no mention had
ever been made of the name of Miss Nevil.
It was raining heavily one afternoon, when Mr. Rushbrook drove from his
office to his San Francisco house.
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