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Meantime, Darrell, who was anxious to meet the syndicate from whom he had received his western commission two years before, left on the following day for New York City. Consequently when Marion, upon her return, called on Mrs. Britton to explain her absence, Darrell was away. Marion Holmes was, as Mrs.
The union boarding-house was nearing completion; it was rumored that it would be ready for occupancy within a week or ten days; the walking delegates from the union could be frequently seen loitering about the camp, especially when the changes in shifts were made, waiting to get word with the men, and it was nothing uncommon to see occasional groups of the men engaged in argument, which suddenly broke off at the appearance of Darrell, or of Hathaway, the superintendent.
Fairthorn, and I shall place you under his care. You may like to look over the old house, and make yourself" Darrell paused "at home," jerked out Mr. Fairthorn, filling up the hiatus. Darrell turned his eye towards the speaker, who evidently became much frightened, and, after looking in vain for a corner, sidled away to the window and poked himself behind the curtain. "Mr.
Milly looked up at her wonderingly as she said this. 'Is there any chance of our spending it elsewhere, Augusta? she asked. Mrs. Darrell had persuaded her stepdaughter to use this familiar Christian name, rather than the more formal mode of address. 'I don't know, my dear. Your papa has sometimes talked of a house in town, or we might be abroad.
He had come to stand beside her, both hands on the back of a chair stooping forward to emphasize his words the lines of his fine face and noble brow contracted by anger and pain. "Mr. Darrell warned me," said Kitty, in a low voice, as though those imperious eyes compelled the truth from her "but of course I didn't believe him." "Darrell!" cried Ashe, in amazement "Darrell! You confided in him?"
It was the habit of Darrell if he went late to rest to rise early. He never allowed himself more than five hours sleep. A man greater than Guy Darrell Sir Walter Raleigh carved from the solid day no larger a slice for Morpheus.
And in that sea of snow, lost in the night, Edith Darrell was alone with a freezing man. In her satchel, among her other purchases, she had several cents' worth of matches for household consumption. With a girl's curiosity, even in that hour, to see what the man was like, she struck a match and looked at him. It flared through the white darkness a second or two, then went out.
A few moments later he resumed, with more of his usual manner, "I am not quite myself to-night. The events of the last few days have rather upset me, and," with one of his rare smiles, "I have come to you to get righted." "To me?" Darrell exclaimed. "Yes; why not?" "I am but your pupil, one who is just beginning to look above his own selfish sorrows only through the lessons you have taught him."
"That's just what I didn't want, and don't want now," she answered, quickly; "if there is anything I can do for you, God knows I'll do it the same as though you were my own son, and I want no thanks for it, either." And with these words she left the room before Darrell could reply. Everything that could be done to make the rooms look cheerful and homelike as possible had been done for that night.
You know the building was formerly occupied by one of Ophir's wildcat banks that collapsed in the general crash six years ago, and there's a fine lot of private offices in the rear, opening on the side street; one of those rooms fitted up would be just the place for you." "Much obliged," said Darrell, smiling; "we'll see about it if the time comes that I need it.
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