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Updated: June 6, 2025
Friday and Saturday passed only too quickly for the young people, who were dreading the approaching separation, and Sunday afternoon found them all assembled at Mrs. Hapgood's for a farewell dinner together.
And over their cold meat, tinned fruits and vegetables, and fresh milk Conniston told her of their misfortune. She laughed with him at his account of the winning of the two horses and seemed disposed to indorse his careless view of the whole episode rather than Hapgood's pessimistic outlook. "It's all right, I suppose, since Conniston has a rich father," Roger admitted, with a sigh.
There was an indefinable something in Hapgood's eyes, at the corners of his thin-lipped mouth, that had not been there before. Conniston wondered if the hand of this Western country had touched the inner man as it had the outer, if the new life had found certain small seeds of strength in the heretofore futile Hapgood and were developing them?
Hapgood's face, which always reddened easily, was now a dazzling hue. He went on excitedly, "You jest turn 'em on, so and there you are, light as day and no charges same old rent and lights flung in!" "And heatin' too, Bill. You'll sense the meaning o' that more, next winter.
And the absence of consciousness in this half-somnolent existence cast upon its whole beautiful expanse a shade of melancholy. Submissive patience, the silent expectation of something new and more active was audible even in the call of the cuckoo, as it flew with the wind from the shore, over the river."* *Isabel Hapgood's translation.
Conniston stared at him incredulously. "Come, now, Roger. You don't mean " "But I do, Mr. William Conniston, fraud! I'm through with you." Conniston got to his feet, his own face as white as Hapgood's. "You mean what you are saying?" "I most certainly and positively do!" "And the wire I sent to dad " "You can pay for it if you want to! You don't get a cent out of me."
Hapgood's and ask her if she can't take in some ministers next week, over the convention. She would like her to take four, if she can." "Oh dear!" grumbled Polly. "I do wish Aunt Jane would go on her own old errands, and not keep me running all over town for her." "Polly dear," Mrs. Adams's tone was very gentle; "Polly, aren't you forgetting yourself a little?"
The lazy individual ducked his head toward the east end of the street, cast a last look at the cow and calf, and, turning, went back into the saloon. "Nice sort of people," grunted Hapgood. Conniston laughed. "Buck up, Roger," he grinned, his own spurt of irritation lost in his enjoyment of Hapgood's greater bitterness. "It's different, anyhow, isn't it? Come on.
I don't know's I wonder, for I don't suppose there's any schools in them little western towns; but Mis' Hapgood's all upset about it. I told her she'd better take 'em, and charge a good, round price for 'em; but she says she hasn't much room, and then she don't know how they'd get along with Molly." "Do you think they'll come?" inquired Polly eagerly. "I don't know," answered Miss Bean coldly.
Hapgood's," answered Polly, nerving herself to speak steadily. "I think I ought to tell her what I did to Alan, for he's keeping it a secret to save me, and she ought to know. Besides, I must hear how he is." Mrs. Adams made no attempt to dissuade her, and Polly went down the street, walking more and more slowly as she neared the house, for she felt her courage fast leaving her.
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