"
Mr. Lawson's soliloquy was interrupted by the entrance of a domestic
who came to take his place.
Mrs. Montgomery, being anxious, had also come in to make numerous
inquiries, and to see that the young man should seek some rest.
"Blessings on her kindly soul," murmured the latter, as he went into
the tasteful dressing-room and threw himself upon the lounge, where
soft pillows and ample covering showed that loving hands had not
forgotten his comfort.
But Phillip Lawson did not sleep. He turned listlessly from side to
side. He tried to divert his thoughts to business and to many and
varied subjects but through all and above all arose the words "very
well, my boy, let it be to-morrow."
What a world of thought was running through the young man's brain as
he lay thus, turning over in his well-stored mind many of the
intricate problems of life and trying vainly to solve those which
more deeply concerned himself.
In his short career midst life's struggles there was much to be
grateful for. There was indeed, as he journeyed through the
wilderness, a cloud by day and a pillar of fire by night and as
Phillip Lawson raised his eyes heavenward they caught the reflection
of that fire; his countenance glowed with a radiance that was truly
heaven-born and as Mrs.
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