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At eleven o'clock Judge Briscoe dropped wearily froirl who ca, yet I sent the telegram to your mother--to Mrs

Sherwood"

Helen turned aithout answering Her face was very white and looked

pinched about the mouth She went back to where old Fisbee sat on the

porch, his white head held between his two hands; he was rocking hiently, but he did not look up She spoke to

hiram to mamma I shall stay

with you, now, no matter what you say" She sat beside hih for a moment he appeared not to

notice it, when Minnie ca her father at the

door, the old scholar had put his ar her

fair hair softly

Briscoe glanced at thehter, and

they went tiptoeing into the house, where the judge dropped heavily upon a

sofa with an asthh; he orn and tired Minnie stood before

him with a look of pale inquiry, and he shook his head

"No use to tell the

nervously at the end of a cigar "I expect you better bring me some coffee

in here; I couldn't take another step to save me I'm too old to tear

around the country horseback before breakfast, like I have to-day"