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Tip had never felt so near to God as he did when he arose from his knees. Mr. Holbrook's voice trembled with feeling, when, soon after, he prayed for the young disciple who had early taken up his cross. At the close of the meeting, the minister pressed his way through the little company of people who were waiting to speak with him. "Good evening, all," he said hurriedly.
Never had he seen his beloved Lady of the Roses look like this before. He was reminded of what Jill had said about Jack: "His face was all stern and white, and his lips snapped tight shut after every word." So, too, looked Miss Holbrook's face; so, too, had her lips snapped tight shut after her last words. David could not understand it.
The Wonder, in Hinsdale parlance, was only Miss Holbrook's garden, but in David's eyes it was fairyland come true. For one whole minute he could only stand like a very ordinary little boy and stare. At the end of the minute he became himself once more; and being himself, he expressed his delight at once in the only way he knew how to do by raising his violin and beginning to play.
Holbrook's identification, if she had fallen into the hands of any one willing to communicate with me, and to insure her own attention, were she free to act for herself." "Humph! Then it seems to me that everything has been done that can be done." "Not yet. The men whom I employed in Hampshire they were recommended to me by the Scotland-yard authorities, certainly may not have been up to the mark.
Tip had never paid such close attention to anything in his life as he did to Mr. Holbrook's words; after that they were very simple and plain spoken, so that a child might understand them, and were about heaven, that beautiful city of which Tip had heard and thought more during the last three weeks than he ever had in his life before.
Every means of inquiry being exhausted in Hampshire, there was nothing left to Gilbert but to return to London that marvellous city, where there always seems the most hope of finding the lost, wide as the wilderness is. "In London I shall have clever detectives always at my service," Gilbert thought; "in London I may be able to solve the question of John Holbrook's identity."
"Holbrook's meadows," and "Norton pasture!" the names are not to be found on any map, and will convey no meaning to my readers; but in my ears they awaken memories of many and many a sunny hour. On this holiday I revisited them both. How bright and cheery it was in the little sheltered clearing, with nothing in sight but the leafless woods and the ice-covered pond!
Howard, Ellis, Will Bailey, and a half-dozen others, were just behind him. Ellis Holbrook's pride rose high. "There's your wonderful boy," he said, "who was so changed, and has taken it upon himself to preach so many sermons to me. I'm sure I never finished any of my angry speeches with an oath, if I am so far below him." What an afternoon that was to Tip! he will never forget it.
"As true as I live, I'm not," answered Howard earnestly; "you can ask Mr. Burrows." "What's up?" inquired Ellis Holbrook, joining the two. "Why, Howard is telling the biggest yarn you ever heard: he says Tip Lewis went to prayer-meeting last night and made a prayer." "Tip Lewis!" and Ellis Holbrook's voice was full, not only of surprise, but scorn; "I should like to hear him."
I have told him that there's some semi-lunatic on board, who pretends to be Mrs. Holbrook's husband; so he'll be quite prepared to hear your statement." John Saltram left the saloon in silence. It was worse than useless talking to this man, who presumed upon his helpless state, and openly defied him. His next effort must be to see Marian. This he found impossible, for the time being at any rate.
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