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Let's make an end of the trouble here and now, and be to each other just as we used to be. What do you say?" "I say you're a good, true-hearted fellow, as you always were, and I want you to promise that we shall keep up our old feeling forever." "There's no need of any promise but this," said Vibbard, as they clasped hands.
"Don't be alarmed," I hastened to say. "I wasn't serious." But Vibbard persisted in a dogged expression of gloom. "It's always this way," he presently declared, in a heavy, provoked tone. "My father, you know, is a shrewd man, and everybody is forever accusing me of being mean and overreaching.
Partly from a feeling of strangulation, partly with a blind impulse to do something violent, Vibbard clutched himself about the throat, tore furiously at his collar till it gave way, and, in a paroxysm little short of madness, he turned and fled he did not know where nor how through the darkness.
The memory of her was with me night and day, Thorny, and it made me a hard, successful worker, and kept me a pure-hearted, happy man. You'll see that I don't need much persuasion to speak to her now!" While Vibbard was talking, Silverthorn had risen, as if interested, and now stood with his arm stretched on the cheap, painted wooden mantelpiece above the empty grate of his meagre room.
Their likes and dislikes even in the matter of amusement were dissimilar; and Vibbard was easy-going and popular, while Silverthorn was shy and had few acquaintances. Yet, as far as possible, they were always with each other; they roomed, worked, walked and lounged in company, and often made mutual concessions of taste so that they might avoid being separated.
Vibbard was stocky and muscular, and his feet went down at each step as if they never meant to come up again. He wore stylish clothes, kept his hands much in his coat pockets, affected high-colored neck-scarfs, and had a red face with blunt features.
Vibbard noticed that he looked pale; and it suddenly struck him that his friend might have suffered from poverty, and that his health was perhaps weakening. A gush of the old-time love suddenly came up from his heart, though he said nothing. "You know I always told you," Silverthorn began, he paused and waited an instant, "I always told you she was the woman for you."
I fancied that Vibbard gave me a quick, confidential glance, as much as to say, "Don't disturb that idea. Let him think so." But the next moment his features were as inert as ever.
Where he had first seen Ida, there he resolved to dwell, with the memory of her. When I saw him again, and he told me of this crisis, he said: "I am not 'poor Thorny, as Vibbard called me; for now I have a friendship that will last me through life. It has stood the test of money, and hate, and love, and it is stronger than them all." Harper's Magazine, April, 1882.
What has happened?" returned Ida, in alarm. "Vibbard." But he looked so wild and distraught, that Ida could not understand. "Vibbard?" she repeated. Then, with an amazed apprehension which came swiftly upon her, shutting both hands tight as if to strengthen herself, and bringing them close together over her bosom: "Have you quarreled with him?"
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