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As they tramped along, following the edge of the wood, a tiny light appeared ahead of them, far in the distance, like a volunteer beacon, and Roscoe, turning, a trifle puzzled, tried to discover the other light, which had now diminished to a mere speck. Now and again the officer paused and glanced at that trifling prize of war, Tom's little glassless, tin-encased compass.
"Yes, Galt Roscoe," said a voice, "Sam Kilby is the man that loved Alo loved her not as you did. He would have given her a home, have made her happy, perhaps. You, when Kilby was away, married her in native fashion which is no marriage and KILLED her." "No, no, I did not kill her that is not so. As God is my Judge, that is not so."
He did so entirely to his new patron's satisfaction, and this his first serious work is now duly preserved in the Liverpool Institution which Mr. Roscoe had been mainly instrumental in founding. Roscoe had a splendid collection of prints and drawings at Allerton; and he invited the clever Welsh lad over there frequently, and allowed him to study them all to his heart's content.
He looked grave, as he answered: "Larry, you may be sure that I would do all in my power to have your father restored to the position from which he never should have been removed; but I fear I can do nothing." "Won't you write to Mr. Roscoe?" pleaded Larry, who, of course, did not understand why Hector was powerless.
You remember I warned you against misjudging the Coltons, Roscoe. They, too, I am sure, are good people at heart, in spite of their wealth." "Mother, you are too charitable for this earth too unworldly altogether." "Haven't you and I reason to be charitable? There! there! let us forget the land and the money. Roscoe, I should like to meet this Miss Colton. She must be a brave girl."
Roscoe sprang into the carriage, but Regina summoned courage to speak. "If you please, I want my dog." "Your dog! Did you leave it in the car? Is it a poodle?" "Poodle! He is a Newfoundland, and the express agent has him." "Then O'Brien will bring him with the trunks," said Mr. Roscoe, preparing to close the door. "I would not like to leave him behind."
Her family were down and out when it came to money and they had to go after it, one way or another, SOMEHOW! So she started for Roscoe; but she found out pretty quick he was married, and she turned right around to Jim and she landed him!
He found several men waiting for business interviews in an outer room of the series Roscoe occupied; and he supposed that he would find his son busy with others, and that his question would have to be postponed, but when he entered the door marked "R. C. Sheridan. Private," Roscoe was there alone.
When he had first come home from Harvard, Roscoe had approached him with the proposition that he should wear eye-glasses and imitation whiskers glued to his cheeks, and it had seemed for a moment that the farce of his early years was to be repeated. But whiskers had itched and made him ashamed. He wept and Roscoe had reluctantly relented.
"I rather hoped Miss Mabel would come to see me to-day," she added. "I look forward to her visits so, I think she's a real friend of ours, Roscoe. I know you don't, dear, or you try to believe you do not; but she is I am convinced of it. I wonder if she will come to-morrow." I could have put a stop to her wondering on that subject, but I was in no mood to do it then. I went into the dining-room.
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