"
"You know the old saying," he laughingly replied.
"Have a seat, do," and Mr. Westmore pushed forward a rustic chair.
"No, thank you, I have some chores to do before the storm breaks. Here is
your mail. Several papers and only one letter."
"It's from my boy out west," Mr. Westmore remarked after Mr. Larkins had
gone. "We've had little news from him lately. I hope nothing's wrong."
His hand trembled slightly as he opened the letter and unfolded several
sheets of paper within. Nellie picked up one of the papers, a daily from
the city, and was soon engrossed in its pages. An exclamation from her
father caused her to look quickly up. The expression on his face was one
of joy. It was that of a man from whom a heavy burden of care has been
unexpectedly lifted.
"Nellie, Nellie!" he cried. "Good news from Philip! He's won his case! The
mine is ours beyond dispute, and it is far richer than was at first
believed. Read it for yourself," and he eagerly thrust the letter into her
hand.
Trembling with excitement Nellie did as she was commanded. The first part
of the letter told about the long, stern fight which had been made, and of
the victory which had been won.
Pages:
328
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352