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Oswald Brotherson is not with us or or Miss Doris." But this expression of satisfaction died on his lips. At the point where the forest road debouches into the highway, he had already caught a glimpse of their two figures. They were waiting for news, and the brother spoke up the instant he saw Sweetwater: "Where is he? You've not found him or you wouldn't be coming alone. He cannot have gone up.
Though it may not have lasted long by the clock, the instant of breathless contemplation of each other's features across the intervening space was of incalculable moment to Sweetwater, and, possibly, to Brotherson.
That is, if your visit was intended for me." Her flush, the beauty which must have struck even him, but more than all else her youth, seemed to reconcile him to this unconventional request. Bowing, he took his foot from the step, saying, as she joined him: "Yes, you are the one I wanted to see; that is, to-day. Later, I hope to have the privilege of a conversation with Mr. Brotherson."
Brotherson laid down his tools and gave himself up to a restless pacing of the floor. This was not usual with him. Nor did he often indulge himself in playing on the piano as he did to-night, beginning with a few heavenly strains and ending with a bang that made the key-board jump. Certainly something was amiss in the quarter where peace had hitherto reigned undisturbed.
The affair is as blind as your hat; nobody sees. We're just feeling along a thread. O. B.'s letters the real O. B., I mean, are the manliest effusions possible. He's no more of a milksop than this Brotherson; and unlike your indomitable friend he seems to have some heart. I only wish he'd given us some facts; they would have been serviceable.
Brotherson has had a slight attack of fever, but he is getting well fast, and will soon , Do I run on too quickly?" "No, no, I can follow." "But not without losing breath; eh, Doris?" As he laughed, she smiled. There was a heroism in that smile, Oswald Brotherson, of which you knew nothing. "You might speak a little more slowly," she admitted. Quietly he repeated the last phrase.
But Sweetwater was impervious to all hint. With eager eyes straining into the shadowy depths just visible over her shoulder, he listened eagerly for the disjointed words now plainly to be heard in some near-by but unseen chamber. "The second O. B.!" he inwardly declared. "And he's a Brotherson also, and sick!
Brotherson, if you feel quite clean; and if you have sufficiently warmed yourself, I would suggest that we start out at once, unless you prefer to have me share this room with you till the morning." There was silence. Mr. Dunn thus addressed attempted no answer; not for a full minute.
I am from New York, and represent for the nonce, Mr. Challoner, whose name I have simply to mention, for you to understand that my business is with Mr. Brotherson whom I am sorry to find seriously, if not dangerously, ill. Will you tell me how long you think it will be before I can have a talk with him on a subject which I will not disguise from you may prove a very exciting one?"
"He saw her die." "Why do you say that?" "Would he have washed his hands in the snow if he had been in ignorance of the occurrence? He was the real, if not active, cause of her death and he knew it. Either he Excuse me, Dr. Heath and Mr. Gryce, it is not for me to obtrude my opinion." "Have you settled it beyond dispute that Brotherson is really the man who was seen doing this?" "No, sir.
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