"We had n't seen each other in ten years--not since I went up to Indianapolis to have my last talk with him.

Did he get any cheerier before--he went ?" "No." "Just the same, huh?
Always waiting ?" "Afraid of every step on the veranda, of every knock at the door." Again the attorney stared out of the window.
"And you ?" "I ?" Fairchild leaned forward in his chair.

"I don't understand." "Are you afraid ?" "Of what ?" The lawyer smiled.
"I don't know.

Only--" and he leaned forward--"it's just as though I were living my younger days over this morning.

It doesn't seem any time at all since your father was sitting just about where you are now, and gad, Boy, how much you look like he looked that morning! The same gray-blue, earnest eyes, the same dark hair, the same strong shoulders, and good, manly chin, the same build--and look of determination about him.