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"I agree," cried Brown, adding wickedly, "just the spot for you, Lloyd." "Why, I should like nothing better," said Lloyd, "if circumstances indicated that my work lay there." "Well, well, what's come to you all?" cried Mrs. Fairbanks, holding up her jewelled hands in despair. "The Occidental microbe," suggested Brown. "And the monumental nonsense it is," said Mrs.
Not another month expired before Fairbanks paid a visit to Squire Fabens, and conversed a whole evening on topics that could not but interest the family; and Mrs. Fabens confessed he had never appeared so well to her mind before; and that if there were art and insinuation in his manner that time, it was so skilfully managed and deeply concealed she could not discover it.
That mission was the next stop on our journey, and we reached it over the level mail trail, the chief winter highway of Alaska, connecting Fairbanks with Valdez on the coast. Three times a week there is a horse stage with mail and passengers passing over this trail each way, together with much other travel.
At supper she was so natural that his face rapidly brightened, and it was with quite an air of cheerfulness that he rose at last to lock up the house and make such preparations as were necessary for his dismal ride over the mountains to Fairbanks.
She was anxious to justify her visit to herself and her friends. "That's a first-rate idea," cried Brown, "that is, if you can give me a lift, too." "Of course," cried Betty. "Thank you, I shall be very glad," said Shock, seeing it would please Mrs. Fairbanks. "Come along, then," said Betty. "I suppose we have not too much time." "Good-bye, for the present," said Mrs.
"But no jury could convict our employers, if that is what you mean." Miss Fairbanks was gasping over the startling suggestion. "I'm not so sure," said the lady thoughtfully. "If they could see what I have just seen they might possibly do it There is a young woman dying this minute down in that villainous cloak-room." With a smothered groan Faith sprang swiftly to the floor.
Was her love more than she cared to tell, or was it less than she knew he would desire? From Helen's letter Shock turned to Mrs. Fairbanks' and read: My Dear Mr. Macgregor: We all deeply sympathise with you in your great loss, as I know you will with us in our grief. We can hardly speak of it yet. It is so new and so terribly sudden that we have not been able fully to realise it.
"She's a beauty all right," was the buyer's reply, "and she doesn't have to improve on nature a little bit, eh, Maggie?" "She won't keep that color long in this store," sneered Miss Brady. "She'll fade like all the rest of us, and it won't take long either." "Miss Fairbanks," gasped Miss Jennings from behind the counter, "I can't stand up any longer. You will have to excuse me."
The Fairbanks features were evidently picked out by a utilitarian mother who preferred use to ornament; and as for his acting, critics of the drama, imbued with the traditions of Booth and Barrett, have been known to sob like children after witnessing a Fairbanks performance. It is the joyousness of the man that gets him over.
Faith looked up eagerly, but she could not frame her question. "She has been praying, she tells me," said Miss Fairbanks, continuing, "and she says it is her duty to give Jim up, for to live with him would be wicked when he does not love her." Faith heard only the first words that Miss Fairbanks had spoken. Poor Maggie had been praying; then her heart was softened.
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