Most of the mystery was being cleared away; indeed, there was now little of mystery remaining at all.
"West hurried after a doctor," continued Joe, who was almost as much absorbed in his story as were his listeners, and spoke in a reflective, musing way, "and he succeeded in finding one who was stopping for a few days at the hotel.

Poor Bob was very kind to us in our trouble, and I never heard him mention a word about his own losses, which must have been severe.

After the funeral was over, and I found I had nothing to inherit but the farm, I decided to go to the city and make my way there, as I had long wished to do.

West gave me a little money to start me on my way, and the rest of my story is not very interesting to anybody.
Major Doyle knows something of it, after the time when I got through my technical school by working as a servant to pay for my instruction.

I'm a failure in life, so far, young ladies; but if you'll not bear that against me I'll try to do better in the future." "Good!" cried the Major, approvingly, as he took the boy's left hand in both his own and pressed it.