Part 35 (1/1)

”Stop--stop--oh, stop!” she cried, rus.h.i.+ng to her sister and s.n.a.t.c.hing the pen from her fingers. ”We don't have to--see--read!”--pointing to the postscript written in a round, boyish hand.

Oh, I say, I've got a surprise for you. You think I've been fis.h.i.+ng and loafing all summer, but I've been working for the hotels here the whole time. I've got a fine start on my money for college, and I've got a chance to work for my board all this year by helping Professor Heaton. I met him here this summer, and he's the right sort--every time. I've intended all along to help myself a bit when it came to the college racket, but I didn't mean to tell you until I knew I could do it. But it's a sure thing now.

Bye-bye; I'll be home next Sat.u.r.day.

Your aff. nephew,

Ralph.

Rachel had read this aloud, but her voice ended in a sob instead of in the boy's name. Hazelton brushed the back of his hand across his eyes, and the lawyer looked intently out the window. For a moment there was a silence that could be felt, then Hazelton stepped to the table and fumbled noisily with the papers.

”Ladies, I withdraw my offer,” he announced. ”I can't afford to buy this house--I can't possibly afford it--it's too expensive.” And without another word he left the room, motioning the lawyer to follow.

The sisters looked into each other's eyes and drew a long, sobbing breath.

”Rachel, is it true?”

”Oh, Tabitha! Let's--let's go out under the apple-trees and--just know that they are there!”

And hand in hand they went.

The End