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Gilbert's face flushed with sudden excitement. "What!" he cried, "do you mean to say that you have solved the mystery of Marian Holbrook's fate? that you know her to be alive safe well, and have kept back the knowledge from me?" "I have been compelled to submit to the wishes of my client.
The next brought a look of surprise and delight to his face, for he recognised Ellis Holbrook's handwriting.
A perfect stillness settled over the boys at these words, and not only Ellis Holbrook's cheeks, but his whole face glowed. Howard came to the rescue at last, very stammeringly: "But, father I don't think do you think I mean well, sir, you know Ellis and the rest of us didn't mean to make fun of what God said. Don't you think that makes a difference?" "I don't know, I'm sure.
Holbrook's, you might tell him as much, sir; that he's killing his pretty young wife by inches, by leaving her so often alone in this dreary place. Goodness knows, it isn't that I want to get rid of her. I like her so much that I sha'n't know what to do with myself when she's gone. But I love her too well not to speak the truth when I see a chance of its getting to the right ears."
A deeper color had come into Miss Holbrook's cheeks. "Yes. Over there at the top of the little hill across the brook, you know. You can't see THEIR house from here, but from over there we can see the towers finely, and the little window Oh, Lady of the Roses," he broke off excitedly, at the new thought that had come to him, "if we, now, were in that little window, we COULD see their house.
Holbrook's wits and wisdom to keep them in any sort of order, to gain any part of their attention. Yet it was not as bad as usual; partly because the minister knew how, if anybody did, to teach just such boys, and partly because Tip, hitherto the spirit of all the mischief there, never took his eyes from the teacher's face. Mr. Holbrook watched his close attention, and took courage.
But the boy didn't think so! That evening was one that the boy was long to remember. It suddenly came to him that he had read a few days before of Mrs. Abraham Lincoln's arrival in New York at Doctor Holbrook's sanitarium. Thither Edward went; and within half an hour from the time he had been talking with General Grant he was sitting at the bedside of Mrs.
To tell the truth, this busy, bustling woman had been blowing a noisy trumpet for him in advance, and enlisting a large amount of female sympathy by stating that he was preeminent as an advocate of woman's rights in all things. Of course the Reverend Warren Holbrook's arrival soon got noised over Nyack, and the female mind was in a state of great agitation.
When they had parted and she was alone in her room, sleep refused her offices: twelve: one: two.... and her eyes still were staring into the darkness.... Not a sound; all was quiet. She rose from her couch, her hair streaming, her body all aglow. She donned a flimsy, rose-colored dressing gown, opened her door, crept silently down the hall and went bodily into young Holbrook's room.
The needle in Miss Holbrook's fingers stopped short in mid-air, the thread half-drawn. "Didn't wave!" she stammered. "What do you mean?" "Nothing," laughed the boy, turning away from the window. "I forgot that you didn't know the story." "But maybe I do that is what was the story?" asked Miss Holbrook, wetting her lips as if they had grown suddenly very dry. "Oh, do you? I wonder now!
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