Him and Colonel Tom were talking constant on the train all the way up.

From the little stretches of their talk I couldn't help hearing, I guessed each one was telling the other all that had happened to him in the time that had passed by.

Colonel Tom what kind of a life he had lived, and how he had married and his wife had died and left him a widower without any kids.

And the doctor--it was always hard fur me to get to calling him anything but Doctor Kirby--how he had happened to start out with a good chancet in life and turn into jest a travelling fakir.
Well, I thinks to myself now that he has got to be that, mebby her and him won't suit so well now, even if they does get their differences patched up.

Fur all the forgiving in the world ain't going to change things, or make them no different.