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Fairchild to see his daughter showing the way in to the three children, whom he rightly and at once guessed to be the new rector's family. Celestina looked quite composed; though so very quiet and silent a child, she was neither shy nor awkward.
Impatiently Fairchild awaited Mother Howard's return, and when at last she came forth from the kitchen, he drew her into the old parlor, shadowy now in the gathering dusk, and closed the doors. "Mrs. Howard," he began, "I " "Mother Howard," she corrected. "I ain't used to being called much else." "Mother, then although I 'm not very accustomed to using the title.
It was a paragraph leading the "personal" column of the small, amateurish sheet, announcing the engagement of Miss Anita Natalie Richmond to Mr. Maurice Rodaine, the wedding to come "probably in the late fall!" Fairchild did not show the item to Harry. There was little that it could accomplish, and besides, he felt that his comrade had enough to think about.
Henry Fairchild never looked back, but ran on as fast as he possibly could, till, after a little while, seeing a stile on his left hand, he sprang up to it, tumbled over in his haste, fell headlong on the new-shorn grass, and would have gotten no hurt whatever, had not his nose and his upper lip made too free with a good-sized stone.
An hour later Harry, wandering by the younger man's side, strove for words and at last uttered them. "I know it's disagreeable," came finally. "But it's necessary. You 'ave n't quit?" "Quit what?" "The mine. You 're going to keep on, ain't you?" Fairchild gritted his teeth and was silent. The answer needed strength. Finally it came. "Harry, are you with me?" "I ain't stopped yet!"
Then, just as suddenly, he turned. "Let's go out," came shortly. "Why?" "It's there!" In the light of the lantern, Harry's face was white, his big lips livid. "Let's go " But Fairchild stopped him. "Harry," he said, and there was determination in his voice, "if it's there we 've got to face it. I 'll be the one who will suffer. My father is gone.
"This house, Master Fairchild," she answered; "you might put the whole place into the hall at The Grove." "What an immense hall!" said Henry in amazement. "Poor Betty, as I tell her," said the maid, "will be quite out of her place amongst so many servants; she can't bear to hear it talked of." "What talked of?" answered Henry.
Fairchild ceased his labors and mopped his forehead, dripping from the heat engendered by frenzied labor; without the tunnel opening, the snow lay deep upon the mountain sides, for it had been more than a week since the first of the white blasts had scurried over the hills to begin the placid, cold enwrapment of the winter. A long moment, then: "Harry." "Aye." "I 'm going after the other side.
Astonishment had taken away speech for Fairchild. He could only wonder and obey. Swiftly he twirled the wrench while lug after lug fell to the ground, and while the girl, struggling with a tire seemingly almost as big as herself, trundled the spare into position to await the transfer.
The trucks will be here in an hour if we have to shovel a path all the way up Kentucky Gulch." He hurried away then, while Fairchild and the men followed him into town and to their breakfast. Then, recruiting a new gang on the promise of payment at the end of their three-day shift, Fairchild went back to the mine. But the word had spread, and others were there before him.
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