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Neither looked within, as if they dreaded to recall the dear and pleasant vision of the curly-haired boy who had lived and studied there. These were the days in which Trafford groped in darkness and despondency. Hagar set the table by his side, and brought him his meals, and carried away the untasted viands, with much sighing and regret, but, nevertheless, with joy in her heart.
Trafford sat down on the great pile of broken timbers, and once more looked upward at the stars. Pure and unwavering their gentle eyes looked down at him. And then peaceful as an angel's whisper, came the remembered words of one who was an angel too: "Oh, Richard! don't fail don't fail to find Him and cling to Him, and come up, come up too."
Again Trafford's hand was laid upon the boy's head, this time to stroke his curly locks away from his eyes, where the wind had blown them. "Did he tell you aught of me?" he asked, presently. "No, only that if you ever found me, or I you, that I was to be your boy. Papa said you would care for me." "He believed in me still! He trusted me!" said Trafford.
"Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel," remarked the female attendant, assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reach Manchester." "It matters not, Norris," replied Lady Trafford: "I would rather die on the road, than be exposed to another such scene as I have just encountered." "Dear me!" sympathised Mrs. Norris.
Trafford looked up inquiringly at Pierre, and then at the Indian, who, after a moment, said slowly: "Above us are the hills of the Mighty Men, beneath us is the White Valley. It is the tramp of buffalo that we hear. A storm is coming, and they go to shelter in the mountains."
Lawless had an income sufficient for a man of moderate tastes. Trafford had not quite that, but he had his profession of the law. At college they had been fast friends, but afterwards had drifted apart, through no cause save difference of pursuits and circumstances. Friends they still were and likely to be so always.
Trafford was in a softened mood as they rose up from their seat on a great fragment which had fallen from the cliff above, and Noll said, "Come, Uncle Richard, let's keep on toward Culm. It's so pleasant, and night is a long way off yet."
I was angry then, and I don't wish I was back at Hastings," said Noll, grieved, and fearful lest he had only put a wider gulf between himself and his uncle. Trafford was silent so long that the boy ventured to raise his eyes. To his surprise and astonishment, his uncle was regarding him with eyes that were neither cold nor stern, but almost tender and yearning. "Oh! do you forgive me?"
"De good Lord help us now!" she cried at the sight of the master and his burden. "What's happened, Mas'r Dick?" Noll answered, assuringly, "Nothing very serious, Hagar. I've been in the sea. Oh, Uncle Richard! how did you find me?" Trafford set his burden down upon the three-legged stool which Hagar had just vacated, saying, "I was looking for you, Noll, and heard your cry.
I am sorry that her writing should be evidence that you are hardly yet strong enough to write yourself. I trust that it may not long be so. Would you wish to see me again at Trafford? I do not like to go there without the expression of a wish from you; but I hold myself in readiness to start whenever you may desire it. I had hoped from the last accounts that you were becoming stronger.
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