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Besides, Northridge is three miles off, and our place in the opposite direction is a little nearer." Through the darkness, Faxon saw his friend sketch a gesture of self-introduction. "My name's Frank Rainer, and I'm staying with my uncle at Overdale. I've driven over to meet two friends of his, who are due in a few minutes from New York.
"What are you, I'd like to know?" he retorted; and, scrambling to his feet with a clutch oh Faxon's arm, he added gaily: "Well, I've run you down!" Faxon stood confounded, his heart sinking. The lad's face was grey. "What madness " he began. "Yes, it is. What on earth did you do it for?" "I? Do what?... Why I.... I was just taking a walk.... I often walk at night...."
The snow-fall was thickening, and as they reached a stretch of the road between open fields the wind took them at an angle, lashing their faces with barbed thongs. Rainer stopped to take breath, and Faxon felt the heavier pressure of his arm. "When we get to the lodge, can't we telephone to the stable for a sleigh?" "If they're not all asleep at the lodge." "Oh, I'll manage. Don't talk!"
You and your father differed as to the propriety of our marriage; to you, as a true woman, your course was plain. This is the height and depth of your monstrous sin." The conversation was here interrupted by the announcement that a gentleman waited to see Mr. Faxon. The good clergyman had a habit of promptness in answering all calls upon him.
"Would you turn me out of my house?" "Never yours, Mr. Dumont! Heaven has restored the innocent and oppressed to her rights," answered Mr. Faxon, calmly. "Uncle," said Emily, earnestly, "let me entreat you to lay aside the terrible aspect you have worn, and be again even as you once were. The past shall be forgotten, and I will strive to make the future happy."
He ought, of course, to have seen to it that a wafer was sent with the document." "Oh, hang it " Frank Rainer pushed the paper aside: "It's the hand of God and I'm hungry as a wolf. Let's dine first, Uncle Jack." "I think I've a seal upstairs," said Faxon suddenly. Mr. Lavington sent him a barely perceptible smile. "So sorry to give you the trouble " "Oh, I say, don't send him after it now.
Lavington and his guests to be already seated at dinner; then he perceived that the table was covered not with viands but with papers, and that he had blundered into what seemed to be his host's study. As he paused Frank Rainer looked up. "Oh, here's Mr. Faxon. Why not ask him ?" Mr. Lavington, from the end of the table, reflected his nephew's smile in a glance of impartial benevolence.
This analogy brought home to the young man the fact that he himself had no cloak, and that the overcoat in which he had faced the relatively temperate airs of Boston seemed no thicker than a sheet of paper on the bleak heights of Northridge. George Faxon said to himself that the place was uncommonly well named.
"Well, we'll go into the details presently," he heard Mr. Lavington say, still on the question of his nephew's future. "Let's have a cigar first. No not here, Peters." He turned his smile on Faxon. "When we've had coffee I want to show you my pictures." "Oh, by the way, Uncle Jack Mr. Faxon wants to know if you've got a double?" "A double?" Mr.
A delay in the arrival of the New York train lengthened their five minutes to fifteen; and as they paced the icy platform Faxon began to see why it had seemed the most natural thing in the world to accede to his new acquaintance's suggestion. It was because Frank Rainer was one of the privileged beings who simplify human intercourse by the atmosphere of confidence and good humor they diffuse.
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