Sharpley of
his intention at the earliest opportunity.
But Tracy was not so deeply enthusiastic as might be expected. He
seemed quite indifferent as to the result, and the change would have
puzzled as wise a head as Mr. Lawson's. Great was the surprise of
the latter when a few mornings earlier Mr. Tracy called to bid
good-bye. He was ready to take the train for Halifax, whence he was
to sail for England.
"I may never see you again, Lawson, so think of me as you will,"
cried the young man, with a sudden outburst of energy quite foreign
to his nature.
"You may not go to the North-West?"
"I certainly shall," answered the lawyer, determinedly.
"Well may God prosper you, old boy," cried Hubert Tracy with a
choking sensation in his throat, and rushing madly out Phillip
Lawson caught the peculiar glance in his eye which he many a time
called to mind years afterwards when he could interpret it with all
clearness--the look which seemed to plead for forgiveness--which
seemed to say, "I was desperate and the devil tempted me, I was
indeed brought up by a good, pious mother."
But it matters not that Hubert Tracy had been early trained in the
paths of right, he was possessed of a weak many-sided nature and
fell a prey to vice on the first opportunity.
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