"That is all," murmured the writer folding up the blurred page and
addressing the letter. Then for the first time since the days of her
happy, sunny childhood Evelyn Arnold took up a neatly bound
Testament. She had an indistinct remembrance of something concerning
the prodigal son and now wished to know for herself.
The sad, pathetic picture soon possessed a charm and the story was
read over many times ere the volume was laid aside.
"Thank God," mused the reader and the words were wafted aloft until
they reached the
----"Kingly palace gate;
With frontispiece of diamond and of gold
Embellished."
CHAPTER XLI.
THE LIVING PRESENT.
The bitter, cold days of winter are nearly at an end. The forces of
nature are now exhausted and the elements have settled down into
quiet rest.
"How time flies!" exclaimed the solicitor glancing at the calendar
opposite his desk. "Three months to-day since I made that promise."
Phillip Lawson looked happy. His office had a cheerful aspect, and
his surroundings seemed to indicate that the young man was contented
and happy.
"Four o'clock and the fellow is not here! Well, I can afford to be
disappointed to-day.
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