12/34 "Please address that, put a 'special' on it, and send it, Tom. It should go at once, so as to reach him by to-night." "H. Fisbee ?" "Yes; H.Fisbee." "I believe it does you good to write, boy," said the other, as he bent over him. "You look more chirrupy than you have for several days." "It's that beast, McCune; young Fisbee is rather queer about it, and I felt stirred up as I went along." But even before the sentence was finished the favor of age and utter weariness returned, and the dark lids closed over his eyes. They opened again, slowly, and he took the others hand and looked up at him mournfully, but as it were his soul shone forth in dumb and eloquent thanks. |