"
But the postscript most be attended to in the form of a second
appearance.
"I say, Mr. Lawson, when are you a-comin' out? Can't you come some
Sunday, and bring Miss Verne and Miss Lottie and be sure and send us
word, so as Melindy can have a fire in the best room, and a dinner
fit for city folks."
"You may see us all out there some day when you least expect us,"
said the young man, smiling in his peculiar way.
"All right, sir! Off this time, sure. Don't forget to tell the
insurance man about the nine-days' wonder up at the Crossin'," and
with this parting injunction, Moses disappeared in good earnest.
An hour later, as the latter is jogging along the king's highway
happy as mortal can be, Phillip Lawson is indulging in a quiet
reverie beside his bright, cheerful fireside.
Though possessed of much means there is no attempt at display in the
pretty tasteful cottage.
The young solicitor had too much good taste, culture, and breeding,
to follow in the wake of shoddyism. He was a true gentleman, and as
such he cannot take a false movement either to the right or the
left.
What glorious day dreams can now be woven from the golden threads of
happy thought?
Phillip Lawson is happy, indeed.
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