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The afternoon of the next day Lucina, being out riding, passed Doctor Prescott's house, and called to Jake Noyes in the yard to take Miss Camilla's little gilt-edged, lavender-scented note of invitation. "Please give this to Mr. Lawrence," said she, prettily, and rode on. The other notes were in her pocket, but she had not delivered them when she returned home at sunset.
Though her father steadfastly refused to entertain it, she shared Prescott's belief that her brother was not dead. For one thing, Cyril was not the man to come badly to grief; he had done many reckless things and somehow escaped the worst results. Illogical as the idea was, she felt that his luck was good.
Some one stood there, and Harry walked curiously toward him. "Howdy, whoever you are," was Hazelton's greeting. "Halloo, Harry, old chum," came Dick Prescott's laughing answer. "Dick Prescott!" gasped Harry delightedly. "I suppose you think I might have waited until daylight," laughed Dick, as their hands met. "I'm heartily glad you didn't wait," said Harry. "How long can you stay with us?"
J'rome, I declar' to reason, I b'lieve you're crazy, an' the hull town has caught it. What's that? Who's comin'?" A wild-eyed little boy, with fair hair stiff to the breeze, came racing across the plough ridges. "Come quick! Come quick!" he gasped. "They've sent me Doctor Prescott's ain't to home he's most dead! Come quick!" "Where to?" shouted Jerome, pulling the tackle off the horse.
He read once more in their depths the desire of this man to torture him to drag him to the edge of the abyss, but not to push him over. "There is a suspicion or perhaps I ought to say a fear that you have given aid and comfort to the enemy, this spy, Captain Prescott," said the Secretary. Prescott's eyes flashed with indignant fire.
This done, he hastened off to other duties, though not without yielding much thought to the belief that Laura Bentley would be here this afternoon, since she was pledged to go with him to the graduation ball in the evening. "Mother can be sure to see Laura, and they can see the squadron drill together," ran through Prescott's mind.
The trail, however, was plain and the big Clydesdale was covering the ground. Prescott's hands and feet grew numbed, and there was a risk in this, but he trotted steadily on. After a while he heard two horsemen following him. He did not pull up; time was precious, and if the others wished to overtake him, he had no doubt that they could do so.
Bixby in the sunlit road walking, Jethro-fashion, toward Ephraim Prescott's harness shop. "Why, Daddy," said Cynthia, coming in from the garden, "where did you get all that money? Your troubles must feel better." "It is not mine," said Wetherell, starting. And then, quivering with anger and mortification, he sank down on the stoop to debate what he should do.
I understand the doctor's goin' to be easy with the widder about the mortgage. I thought likely he would be. Sometimes folks do considerable more good than they get credit for. I shouldn't be surprised if Doctor Prescott's left hand an' his neighbors didn't know all he did." Ozias Lamb turned slowly around and looked at the storekeeper.
Then she wandered up the street past her home to 649 North Jefferson street, to the house she had built with such abounding pride and pleasure. How changed it now seemed! It had become a haunted house haunted by the ghosts of her faith and peace. For three days Susan as much as possible kept away from the family, and appeared very much engaged with Prescott's Conquest of Peru.
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